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OTHER   HYMNS. 


CHRISTIAN  AND  HUMANITARIAN. 


BY 


J.    E.    EAXKIX 


NEW  YORK  : 

JOHN   B.  ALDEN,  PUBLISHER. 

1889. 


Copyright,  188a 

BY 

L    E.    RANKIN 


TO 

3Iary  Thompson  Willard, 

of 

evanston.  illinois  : 

t  ii  e    q  u  e  e  n-  d  o  w  a  g  k  b 

OF 
THE    WOMAN'S     CHRISTIAN    TEMPERANCE   l"NION& 


AUTHOR'S  PREFATORY  NOTE. 


I  have  no  reason  to  believe  that  any  of  these  hymns 
have  in  them  the  germ  of  immortality.  It  is  more  than 
enough  for  me  that  they  will  serve  to  show  my  sympathy 
for  my  country,  for  those  departments  of  Christian  \  id 
Humanitarian  work  to  which  I  have  devoted  my  life,  ;:^d 
which,  I  believe,  will  fill  the  earth  with  their  triumphs. 

I  have  dedicated  this  little  volume  to  the  woman  who 
spares  her  gifted  daughter  from  her  own  home,  that  by  that 
daughter's  chivalric  leadership  she  may  help  build  up  the 
broken-down  homes  of  other  people  ;  that  she  may  devote 
herself  to  the  Christian  crusade  of  the  women  of  America. 
That  some  of  these  hymns  have  been  adopted  by  the  or- 
ganization which  she  represents,  as  the  vehicle  of  their 
aspirations  and  triumphs,  I  shall  always  rejoice. 

J.  E.  RANKIN. 

Iighland  Manse,  Orange,  N.  J.,  Feb.,  18S9. 


CONTENTS. 


HYMNS  FOR  FOREFATHERS'  DAY. 

They  Stood  Alone.  Our  Pilgrim  Sires,             -  7 

The  Word  of  God  to  Leyden  Came,        -        -  0 

The  New  World's  Seed-corn,  11 

What  Voices  Burst  upon  This  Wild  ?     -        -  13 

Faith's  Select,  Unconquered  Seed,          -        -  15 

The  Pilgrim  Exiles, 16 

The  First  Pilgrim  Sabbaths,  17 

Ye  Wilds  Wrapped  in  Primeval  Sleep,           -  19 

Fair  Freedom's  Land, 20 

Our  Fathers  Plowed  the  Oeean,       ...  21 

Rise  Up,  Sons  of  the  Pilgrims,  23 

Sons  of  Pilgrim  Sires.  Arise,  25 

Nation  by  the  Pilgrims  Planted,  26 

HOME  MISSIONARY  HYMNS. 

Stand  Fast,  Stand  Fast.  Dear  Native  Land,  31 

The  Heathen  at  Our  Door,       ....  33 

Our  Fathers  Found  the  Indian,  35 

Nation  by  the  Lord  Exalted,  37 

NATIONAL  HYMNS. 

Long  Live,  Long  Live  America,  41 

Native  Land  so  Great  and  Grand,  43 

Land  of  Freedom,  Queenly  Thou  !  44 

The  Nation's  Birthday  Hymn,*  45 


CONTENTS. 

O  Beautiful,  Beautiful  Realm  of  the  West,   -  46 

God- be  the  Nation's  Guide,  47 

Lift  Up,  Lift  Up  Thy  Torch  on  High,  -  49 

The  Old  Bay  Stale, 51 

The  Mother  Land,    - 52 

Rise,  Ye  Christian  People,  Rise  !    -        -        -  54 

O  God  of  Nature,  Come,  ....  55 

0  Banner  the  Beautiful,  Freedom's  Fair  Flower,  50 
The  God  of  Nations  Praise,     ....  58 

HUMANITARIAN  HYMNS. 

Forward, 63 

The  Civic  Crown, 04 

The  Freeman's  Oath, 05 

Blow,  Bugler,  Blow  Up  One  Note  More,        -  07 

For  God  and  Home  and  Native  Land,    -        -  08 

It  Shall  Come,  the  Age  of  Gold,  70 

Oh  !  It  is  Grand  for  God  to  Stand,  -         -  71 

Bring,  Lord,  Quick  the  Consummation,  -  73 

The  God  Eternal  Liveth  Yet,  74 

See  Ye  Not  the  Hostile  Legions  ?    -  75 

A  Pilgrim  Consecration  Hymn,       ...  70 

The  Land  That  Gave  You  Birth,     ...  78 

1  Know  no  Difference  of  Race,  79 
O  Ethiopia,  Land  of  Night  !            ...  81 

FOREIGN  MISSIONARY  HYMNS. 
Hark,  the  Macedonian  Cry,     - 

Christian  Sister  o'er  the  Sea,  80 

The  Lost,  Lost  World  for  Jesus,  87 

Thou  Afflicted,  Tossed  with  Tempest,  -  89 

Great  Captain  of  Salvation,  00 

Heralds  of  Jesus,  Heralds  of  Light,         -         -  01 

Read  O'er  Your  Marching  Orders,  -         -  02 

To  all  the  World  the  Master  Said,  -         -  04 

Par,  Far  in  Heathen,  Lands,     -  96 


CONTENTS* 

CHRISTIAN  ENDEAVOR  HYMNS. 

Keep  Your  Colors  Flying,        -  101 

Who  a  White  Cross  Knight  Will  Be  ?     -         -  102 

Keep  Youth's  Scutcheon  Lily-white,       -        -  103 

Jesus,  Captain,  Station  Me,      ....  104 

Who'll  Take  the  Ranks  for  Jesus  ?          -        -  105 

Take  a  Stand  for  Jesus,            ....  107 

Earth's  Long-lost  Children,              -        -        -  108 

Far  Up  the  Heights  of  Glory,  110 

HYMNS  OF  CHRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 

In  Sight  of  the  Crystal  Sea,     -  115 

What  Have  I  to  Do  with  Thee  ?      -  117 

Out  of  My  Darkness  into  Thy  Light,       -        -  118 

In  Me,  O  Lord,  Abide, 119 

.My  Jesus,  AYalk  with  Me,  121 

In  the  Light,  O  Lord,  Thou  Dwellest.    -         -  123 

To  Thee,  O  Lord  Jehovah,                                 -  124 

Where  Once  '.Mid  Nature's  Trackless  Wild,  125 

God  Grant  I  May  Not  Live  in  Vain,        -         -  127 

Touch  My  Lips,  0  Lord,  with  Fire,        -         -  128 

Here  Am  I,  0  Lord,  Send  .Are,                          -  128 

A  New  Year's  Hymn, 129 

God  Be  with  You  Till  We  Meet  Again,          -  131 

Of  Earth  a  Handful  Only,       ....  133 

Sleep  Here  in  Peace, 135 

Sleep  Sweet  AYithin, 137 

God  Over  All, 137 


HYMNS  FOR  FOREFATHERS'  DAY. 


HYMNS  FOR  FOREFATHERS'  DAY. 


THEY  STOOI>  ALONE,  OUR  PILGRIM  SIRES. 

They  stood  alone,  our  Pilgrim  sires  ! 

Behind,  that  waste  of  ocean  ; 
'Mid  wintry  wilds,  lit  Freedom's  fires, 

To  God  paid  their  devotion  ; 
The  roof  which  arched  them  was  the  sky, 

God's  light  upon  their  faces ; 
Their  prayers  and  praises  lifted  high, 

Made  glad  the  desert  places ! 

They  stood  alone  !     They  left  behind 

The  work  of  kings  and  sages ; 
One  perfect  thought  within  their  mind, 

The  bloom  of  all  the  Ages  ; 
One  perfect  thought :  That  man  is  man 

His  Father,  God  above  him  ; 
No  king  nor  priest  to  mar  His  plan ; 

They  worship  best  who  love  Him. 

They  stood  alone  !  God  in  them  stirred  ! 

The  seed-corn  of  the  nations, 
Through  faith  in  Him,  the  step  they  heard 

Of  coming  generations  ! 


HYMNS    FOR    FOREFATHERS'    DAY. 

They  see  the  forest  wilds  give  way, 
They  see  the  desert  blossom  ; 

The  harvests,  with  their  golden  ray  ; 
Her  gold  gives  up  earth's  bosom. 

The  prairies  catch  a  richer  bloom, 

Where'er  their  sons  are  sowing ; 
And  famished  peoples  ask  for  room, 

To  glean  their  overflowing ; 
Before  their  touch  the  Golden  Gate 

Obedient  back  is  swinging, 
And  there  Pacific's  waters  wait, 

A  hymn  of  welcome  singing. 

They  stood  alone  !  They  walk  in  white 

Upon  the  page  historic  ! 
No  fracture  there,  no  stain  to  blight 

That  simple  structure  Doric. 
They  builded  better  than  they  knew? 

'Tis  so  of  all  God's  builders  ; 
His  perfect  plan,  when  carried  through, 

Ah  !  that  man's  thought  bewilders. 

Their  faith  was  better  than  our  sight, 
They  knew  the  sure  foundation  ; 

They  struggle  forward  toward  the  light; 
(  rod  makes  them  thus  a  nation  : 


THE    WORD    OF    GOD    TO    LEYDEX    CAME. 

Content  to  be  but  stepping-stones 
Where  the  great  Builder  lays  them  ; 

Their  simple  faith  He  thus  enthrones  ; 
Their  work,  their  work  shall  praise  them. 


THE  WORD  OF  GOD  TO  LEYDEN  CAME. 

The  word  of  God  to  Leyden  came, 

Dutch  town  by  Zuyder-Zee  ; 
Rise  up  my  children  of  no  name 

My  kings  and  priests  to  be. 
There  is  an  empire  in  the  West, 

Which  I  will  soon  unfold  ; 
A  thousand  harvests  in  her  breast, 

Rocks  ribbed  with  iron  and  gold. 

Rise  up  my  children,  time  is  ripe ! 

Old  things  are  passed  away. 
Bishops  and  kings  from  earth  I  wipe, 

Too  long  they've  had  their  day. 
A  little  ship  have  I  prepared 

To  bear  you  o'er  the  seas  ; 
And  in  your  souls,  my  will  declared, 

Shall  grow  by  slow  degrees. 


10  HYMNS    FOR    FOREFATHERS'   DAY. 

Beneath  mv  throne  the  martyrs  cry 

I  hear  their  voice,  How  long  ? 
It.  mingles  with  their  praises  high, 

And  with  their  victor  song. 
The  thing  they  longed  and  waited  for, 

But  died  without  the  sight ; 
So,  this  shall  be !  I  wrong  abhor, 

The  world  I'll  now  set  ri^ht. 


Leave,  then,  the  hammer  and  the  loom, 

You've  other  work  to  do  ; 
For  Freedom's  commonwealth  there's  room, 

And  you  shall  build  it  too. 
I'm  tired  of  bishop's  and  their  pride, 

I'm  tired  of  Kings  as  well ; 
Henceforth,  I  take  the  people's  side, 

And  with  the  people  dwell. 

Tear  off  the  mitre  from  the  priest, 

And  from  the  king,  his  crown ; 
Let  all  my  captives  be  released  ; 

Lift  up,  whom  men  cast  down. 
Their  pastors  let  the  people  choose, 

And  choose  their  rulers  too; 
Whom  they  select,  I'll  not  refose, 

But  bless  the  work  they  do. 


THE    NEW    WORLD'S    SEED-CORN.  11 

The  Pilgrims'  rose,  at  this  God's  word, 

And  sailed  the  wintry  seas : 
With  their  own  flesh  nor  blood  conferred, 

Nor  thought  of  wealth  or  ease. 
They  left  the  towers  of  Ley  den  town, 

They  left  the  Zuyder-Zee  ; 
And  where  they  cast  their  anchor  down, 

Rose  Freedom's  realm  to  be. 


THE  NEW  WORLD'S  SEED-CORN. 

The  new  world's  seed-corn,  there  they  stood, 

December,  sixteen-twenty  : 
Tiie  Sower  saw,  and  called  them  good, 

And  left  the  old  world's  plenty. 
Little  or  great,  ah,  what  cares  He  ? 

He  saves  by  few  or  many ; 
He  knows  in  seed-corn  how  to  see 

The  harvest,  if  there's  any. 

There  was  no  room  in  all  the  earth, 

Though  it  had  whirled  for  ages, 
For  men  as  men,  for  simple  worth; 

Except  as  serfs  and  pages  ! 
Kings  dressed  them  up  in  uniform, 

War's  trumphet  called  them  louder, 
They  left  home's  hearthstone,  snug  and  warm, 

Fit  food  for  foreign  powder. 


12  HYMNS    FOR    FOREFATHERS'    DAY. 

Thus  saith  the  Lord,  "  I  take  a  sieve, 

And  in  it  shake  the  nations: 
I  want  some  souls  that  God  believe, 

With  pomp  I'm  out  of  patience. 
Old  crumbling  empires  I  forsake, 

Men  decked  with  stars  and  garters  ; 
Give  me  some  stuff  that's  fit  to  make 

Or  heroes  grand,  or  martyrs." 

The  Pilgrims  heard  this  voice  of  God — 

So  long  in  furnace  chastened 
"  Take  ship,"  He  said,  u  for  lands  untrod!  " 

And  to  obey  him  hastened. 
"  Take  ship,"  He  said,  "  I  know  the  place, 

Put  in  your  saws  and  axes, 
Where  I  can  raise  a  stalwart  race 

In  spite  of  wars  and  taxes. 


"  Leave  priests  and  monarchs  where  they  are  ; 

They  write  their  own  damnation  . 
I'll  kindle  in  the  west  a  star 

To  cheer  earth's  ev'ry  nation. 
A  little  ship  lies  anchored  near  ; 

The  winds  and  waves  commanding, 
'Twill  bear  you  o'er  the  wat'ry  sphere, 

On  Plymouth  Rock  safe  landing. 


WHAT    VOICES    BURST    UPON    THIS    AVILD  ?  13 

"Put  in  your  plows,  and  hoes  and  tools, 

I'll  show  a  perfect  pattern  ; 
The  Old  World  leave  to  outworn  rules, 

To  dawdle  there  and  slattern  : 
I  have  an  empire,  grand  and  broad — 

The  Bible,  too,  remember!  " 
The  Pilgrims  heard  that  voice  of  God, 

And  landed  that  December. 

What  see  we  here  ?     From  that  seed-corn, 

Between  two  oceans  rolling, 
A  nation,  in  her  youth's  fresh  morn 

The  continent  controlling! 
A  nation  that  outshines  the  fame 

Of  dream  Arcadian  olden  : 
A  nation  that  has  put  to  shame 

The  ages  miscalled  golden  ! 

WHAT  VOICES  I3T7RST  UPON  THIS  WILD? 

What  voices  burst  upon  this  wild, 

And  mingle  their  devotion 
With  Nature's  anthem  undeflled, 

That  breaks  from  the  cold  ocean  ? 
Such  hymns  these  forests  never  heard, 

Such  simple,  grand  oblation, 
Since  from  their  seats  the  seraphs  stirred, 

To  sin^  the  first  creation. 


14  HYMNS   FOU  forefathers'   day. 

Not  these  the  songs  of  those  who  fear, 

For  refuge  hither  turning: 
But  thus  they  pour  to  God  their  cheer, 

Who  feel  true  seraph-burning. 
These  are  such  hymns  as  martyrs  sing,- 

Those  souls,  by  faith  supported, 
Just  ready  Godward  to  take  wing, 

By  angel  hosts  escorted. 

These  are  a  nation's  birth-throe  hymns 

From  souls  their  fetters  bursting, 
To  take  the  cup,  with  death  that  brims, 

And  quench  their  hero-thirsting. 
These  voices  God  himself  has  taught 

To  range  his  diapason, 
To  blend  with  his  their  secret  thought, 

Their  names  with  his  to  blazon. 


Such  voices  keyed  are  to  the  seas, 

That  smite  their  note  of  thunder, 
When  God  fulfills  his  high  decrees, 

And  rends  the  earth  asunder : 
Such  voices  keyed  are  to  the  sky 

Her  blue  above  them  arching, 
As  they  lift  up  their  steadfast   eye, 

Thus  girded  for  their  marching. 


faith's    select,    DNCONQUERED    SEEL),  15 

FAITH'S    SELECT,    DNCONQUERED  SEED. 

With  what  beauty  on  Time's  pages 

Stands  that  group  of  exiles  there  : 
On  them  pours  the  light  of  Ages, 

As  they  kneel  to  God  in  prayer. 
They  endure,  not  as  the  stoic  ; 

They  from  God  protection  plead  ; 
And  they  rise  in  praise  heroic, 

Faith's  select,  unconquered  seed. 

See  them  lead  the  grand  procession, 

To  it  christened  by  the  seas ; 
Witnessing  a  <rood  confession, 

©         o  7 

Every  man  a  Pericles ; 
Every  man  an  Israel,  rather, 

Every  man  a  prince  with  God  : 
Ah !   what  glories  round  them  gather, 

Grouped  upon  that  icy  sod  ! 

Plain  their  speech,  and  rude  their  manners, 

They  can  boast  no  courtly  name  ; 
They  unfurl  no  blazoned  banners, 

Breathe  no  trumpet  blast  for  fame; 
1  > tit  it's  not  a  transient  fever, 

Some  brief  flush  that  o'er  them  plays  ; 
They  are  linked  to  God's  forever, 

To  the  Ancient  One  of  Days. 


16  HYMNS    FOR    FOREFATHERS*    DAY. 

There  they  kneel,  the  true  succession 

Hebrew,  Roman,  Greek  in  one : 
Of  the  new  world  take  possession  ; 

We  complete  their  work  begun. 
Rise,  and  greet  them,  coming  ages, 

Fall  behind  them  into  line, 
Kings  and  priests,  yeoman  and  sages, 

Girded  for  their  task  divine. 


THE  PILGRIM  EXILES. 

Forth  came  the  exiles  from  the  sea, 
God's  seal  set  on  their  brows  ; 

Faithful  they  bent  the  rev'rent  knee, 
And  made  their  solemn  vows. 

The  air  they  breathed  was  wintry  cold, 
And  cold  the  homeless  shore  ; 

No  welcome  had  the  Ocean  old, 
But  his  eternal  roar. 

But,  oh !  to  them  this  virgin  strand 
That  rose  with  rock  and  tree, 

Was  like  some  Eldorado  land 
That  in  our  dreams  we  see. 

For,  here,  beneath  cold  sky  of  blue, 

'Mid  Gothic  aisles  of  pine, 
Freedom  to  worship  God,  they  knew 

AY  as  theirs  by  right  divine. 


THE    FIRST    PILGRIM    SABBATHS.  17 

They  saw,  by  faith,  an  empire  spread 
Through  realms  from  wildness  won, 

Until  upon  its  march  was  shed 
The  beams  of  setting  sun. 

Until  Pacific's  hymn  should  blend 

In  notes  serene  and  sweet, 
With  stern  Atlantic's,  that  did  send 

His  surf  against  their  feet. 
Our  day  they  saw,  and  they  were  glad 

From  that  far  sacrifice, 
A  land,  with  Christian  freedom  clad: 

The  world's  last  hope  arise. 


THE  FIRST  PILGRIM  SABBATHS. 

The  Lord's  day  on  the  exiles  broke, 
No  sweet-toned  bells  they  heard, 

Nor  living  thin":  the  echoes  woke, 
Save  frightened  beast  or  bird. 

Forests,  around,  primeval  stood, 

And  lifted  up  their  moan, 
While  in  the  bay,  the  sullen  flood 

Broke  with  its  monotone. 

Through  snowy  wilds,  devout  they  walked, 

With  book  and  gun  in  hand ; 
And,  rev'rent,  of  God's  mercies  talked, 

Within  that  barren  land ! 


IS  HYMNS    FOR    FOREFATHERS'    DAY. 

No  costly  edifice  have  they, 

No  gorgeous  Gothic  pile, 
No  art  of  skillful  man,  away 

The  weary  hours  to  while. 

They  kneel  upon  the  rough-hewn  floor 
Within  the  rough-hewn  walls, 

While  back  and  forth,  without  the  door 
The  sentry's  footstep  falls. 

They  hunger  for  the  bread  of  life, 

As  it  is  broken  there ; 
Thoy  wrestle  with  an  inward  strife, 

And  win  their  way  with  prayer. 

The  savage  peers  with  curious  eye 

To  see  their  simple  ways, 
And,  stealthy,  draws  their  worship  nigh, 

And  hears  their  stately  praise. 

But,  not  in  old  cathedrals  proud, 
Nor  at  time-honored  shrine, 

Have  mortal  souls  more  noble  bowed, 
Or  praise  paid  more  divine. 


YE    WILDS    WRAPPED    IN    PRIMEVAL    SLEEP.        19 

YE    WILDS    WRAPPED    IN    PRIMEVAL 
SLEEP. 

Ye  wilds,  wrapped  in  primeval  sleep, 

They  come,  who'll  break  your  dreaming  ; 
Your  forests  fell,  your  harvests  reap, 

And  build  their  cities  teeming. 
They  come,  the  God-born  heroes  come, 

No  herald-voice  before  them  ; 
No  shrieking  fife,  no  whirring  drum  ; 

No  flag  of  battle  o'er  them. 

Ye  forests,  ye  have  waited  long, 

Sounds  savage  in  you  breaking, 
To  catch  the  note  of  Freedom's  song, 

Man's  better  hopes  awaking. 
They  come,  whom  God  Himself  has  owned, 

Culled  out  from  court,  from  prison 
In  His  eternal  plan  enthroned. 

His  glory  on  them  risen  ! 

Ye  rivers,  ye  have  wantoned  wild, 

Unchecked  by  wheel  or  spindle, 
Upon  your  bosom,  Nature's  child, 

Before  their  star  to  dwindle  : 
They  come,  your  forces  to  enchain, 

And  give  your  currents  guiding, 
As  grandly  downward  to  the  main, 

Past  thrifty  towns,  they're  gliding. 


20  HYMNS    FOR    FOREFATHERS'    DAY. 

Ye  mines  of  silver,  iron  and  gold, 

Within  earth's  vaults  secreted  ; 
Ye  heaps  of  hoarded  wealth  untold, 

No  mortal  eyes  have  greeted  ; 
They  come,  whose  toil  shall  fret  you  out. 

And  in  their  furnace  blast  you  ; 
Shall  shape  you  with  creative  shout, 

Shall  mould  you,  mint  you,  cast  you 

Ye  wintry  waters,  where  no  bark, 

Her  storm-torn  sail  unfurling, 
Has  anchored  in  your  bosom  dark, 

The  ice,  her  beak  impearling. 
They  come,  whose  symbol  round  the  earth, 

Shall  tell  all  tribes  the  story, 
That  man  must  stand  in  native  worth, 

Not  in  transmitted  glory. 


FAIR  FREEDOM'S  LAND. 

O  land  of  all  earth's  lands  the  best, 
Fair  Freedom's  empire  in  the  West, 
From  rising  to  the  setting  sun, 
All  nations  here  unite  in  one. 

CHORUS  :    Fair  Freedom's  land,  fair  Freedom's  land, 
Begirl  with  might,  long  may  she  stand  ; 
And  may  her  realm  Christ's  kingdom  be, 
From  lake  to  gulf,  from  sea  to  sea. 


FAIR    FREEDOM'S    LAND.  21 

Our  fathers  came  as  exiles  here, 
They  saw  our  day  with  vision  clear, 
Despised  at  home,  the  corner-stones 
Which  God,  the  nation's  Builder,  owns 

Shall  we,  the  sons  of  Pilgrim  sires, 
Neglect  to  kindle  fresh  the  fires, 
They  lighted  on  the  Atlantic  coast, 
Which  make  our  laud  of  lands  the  boast? 

Ah  no  !  by  faith  Christ's  standard  goes 
Beyond  Sierra's  distant  snows, 
To  where  Pacific's  waters  lie 
Beneath  the  golden  sunset  sky. 

Ah  no!  by  faith,  this  land  I  see, 
In  Christ's  own  freedom,  doubly  free: 
From  North  to  South,  from  East  to  West. 
Beneath  His  gentle  sceptre  blest ! 


OUR  FATHERS  PLOWED  THE  OCEAN. 

Ol:r  fathers  plowed  the  ocean, 

To  plant  an  empire  here  ; 
And  in  the  dead  of  winter 

Began  their  mission  drear  : 
The  wild  beast  and  the  savage 

Roamed  through  the  trackless  wild  : 
A  truly  Spartan  nursing 

Gave  Freedom  to  her  child. 


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But  from  that  little  handful, 

Sifted  from  land  to  land, 
God  took  the  precious  seed-corn, 

And  sowed  it  with  his  hand  ; 
And  now  its  fruit  is  shaking, 

From  East  to  Western  shore, 
And  all  the  wakened  nations 

Stand  knocking  at  our  door. 

Shall  we  sons  of  the  Pilgrims, 

Be  faithful  to  our  sires  ? 
Shall  we  go  Westward  lighting 

Religion's  sacred  fires, 
Until  the  white  Sierras 

Shall  to  our  anthem  wake  ; 
And  on  the  calm  Pacific, 

Its  swelling  echoes  break  ? 

I  see  by  faith's  clear  vision 

The  star  of  empire  rise, 
And  in  the  nation's  future 

Kindle  the  sunset  skies. 
Exalt  the  lowly  valleys 

Plains  let  the  mountains  be, 
Until  our  Jesus'  triumphs 
Go  Westward  to  the  sea. 


RISE    UP    SONS    OF    THE    PILGRIMS.  23 

RISE  UP,  SONS  OF  THE  PILGRIMS. 

Rise  up,  sons  of  the  Pilgrims, 

Possess  the  mighty  West  ; 
With  arches  span  her  rivers. 

Climb  up  her  mountains'  crest  ; 
From  sea  to  sea,  the  charter 

With  which  our  fathers  came 
Rise  up,  and  take  possession 

In  Christ,  the  Master's  name. 

Each  ocean-breeze  is  wafting 

Earth's  millions  to  our  shores  ; 
They  come  to  fell  our  forests, 

To  mine  our  precious  ores  ; 
They  come  to  wield  the  hammer, 

To  guide  the  busy  loom  ; 
To  people  the  wide  prairie, 

And  make  the  desert  bloom. 

They  come  from  mother  England, 

They  come  from  sunny  France; 
And  from  the  pleasant  vine-lands 

AVhere  sweet  Rhine-waters  glance; 
The  Swiss  foresakes  his  fastness, 

The  Alps'  eternal  snows ; 
They  come  from  Austrian  mountains, 

From  where  the  Danube  flows. 


24  HYMNS    FOR    FOREFATHERS'    DAY. 

The  thronging  tribes  of  Asia 

Are  on  our  Western  slope  ; 
We  must  rise  up  and  meet  them, 

With  Christ,  man's  only  hope  ; 
Where  late  the  sullen  Indian 

Scowled  at  the  thund'ring  train, 
We  must  go  with  the  Gospel, 

And  build  the  Christian  fane. 

God  has  unbound  the  bondman, 

Although  he  waited  long, 
And  changed  the  wail  of  midnight 

Into  the  freeYnan's  song. 
And  now  those  eager  millions 

Lift  up  their  voice  and  call 
That  from  our  burdened  table, 

We  give  the  crumbs  that  fall. 

I  heard  advancing  footsteps 
Of  millions  yet  to  be  ; 

I  seem  to  see  all  nations 
,         Here  bend  to  Christ  the  knee. 

One  blood,  our  Father  made  them 
One  blood,  they  hither  flow  ; 

Rise  up,  sons  of  the  Pilgrims, 
Your  visitation  know  ! 


SONS    OF    PILGRIM    SIRES,   ARISE.  25 

SONS  OF  PILGRIM  SIRES,ARISE. 

Sons  of  Pilgrim  sires,  arise, 
Go  where  Freedom's  banner  flies  ; 
Gird  you  with  faith's  armor  bright, 
Save  the  land  from  sin's  dark  blight: 
Where  majestic  rivers  flow. 
Where  the  tides  of  empire  go, 
Be  the  region  dark  or  fair, 
Take  the  Gospel  tidings  there. 

Where  the  city  lifts  proud  spires, 
Blazing  with  industrial  fires ; 
Where  the  roaming  cattle  graze, 
Go  with  pray'r,  and  go  with  praise; 
Where  the  white  Sierras  rise, 
Ridged  against  the  sunset  skies, 
Where  the  miner  digs  for  gold, 
Let  the  Saviour's  love  be  told. 

As  your  fathers,  scorning  ease, 
Braved  for  God  the  wintry  seas, 
With  true  heart  and  constant  mind, 
Leaving  land,  home,  all,  behind, 
Sons  of  Pilgrim  sires,  arise, 
Go  where  Freedom's  banner  flies  ; 
Take  this  realm,  so  rich  and  rare, 
For  the  Lord  by  gift  and  prayer. 


26  HYMNS   FOR  forefathers'  day. 

NATION  BY  THE  PILGRIMS  PLANTED. 

Nation,  by  the  Pilgrims  planted, 

In  their  weakness,  faint  and  few, 
Braving  Western  wilds,  undaunted, 

Founding  here  an  empire  new, 
Gird  thee  for  thy  sacred  mission, 

Take  thy  place  in  Freedom's  van, 
Rise,  to  equal  thy  commission, 

Stand  for  God,  and  truth,  and  man. 

Nation,  heir  of  all  the  ages, 

Called  to  scepter  in  such  time, 
Fire  of  prophet,  light  of  sages, 

Guide  thee  on  thy  path  sublime: 
Once,  earth's  eyes  were  on  thee  gazing, 

When  her  cheeks  for  thee  grew  pale : 
Now  thy  grand  achievements  praising, 

Glad,  she  greets  thee  :  Hail,  all  hail! 

Nation,  by  rich  blood  defended, 

Shed  on  many  a  hard  fought  field, 
Where  thy  realm  shall  be  extended, 

Be  the  Saviour's  sign  revealed: 
Set  his  cross  above  thy  banner. 

Build  his  kingdom  up  the  first 
Till  with  shoutings  of  hosanna, 

Glory  on  the  world  shall  burst. 


NATION    BY    THE    PILGRIMS    PLANTED.  27 

May  thy  laws,  0  great  Jehovah, 

Ever  be  the  nation's  guide  ; 
Her,  thy  wings  in  battle  cover, 

And  in  peace  from  peril  hide: 
Like  the  voice  of  either  ocean, 

Making  each  to  each,  reply  : 
May  the  sound  of  her  devotion, 

East  and  West,  mount  up  on  high  I 


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STAND  FAST  STAND  FAST  DEAR  NATIVE 
LAND. 

Stand  last,  stand  fast,  dear  native  land! 

Stand  on  the  true  foundation  ! 
The  role  that's  thine,  shall  grow  more  grand, 

As  grander  grows  the  nation. 
Hold  for  the  Lord  this  empire  vast. 

Shut  in  by  either  ocean  ! 
Stand  fast,  dear  native  land,  stand  fast, 

Amid  the  earth's  commotion. 

The  last  great  battle  of  the  world, 

The  world  will  here  be  fighting ; 
Let  Jesus'  banner  be  unfurled, 

Man's  wrongs  and  errors  righting. 
This  is  the  pivot,  where  will  turn 

The  fate  of  man  and  nation  : 
Stand  fast,  dear  native  land,  nor  spurn 

Thy  day  of  visitation  ! 

Let  not,  let  not5  the  lust  of  gold 

With  its  mad  thirst  enrage  thee; 
Nor  be  thy  precious  birthright  sold 

For  dreams  that  do  engage  thee 
Let  not  thy  day  come  as  a  thief, 

Breaking  thy  guilty  slumber; 
Girding  thyself,   too  late,  with  grief, 

'Gainst  io(j^  that  thee  outnumber! 

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*32  HOME    MISSIONARY    HYMNS. 

From  east  and  west,  from  north  and  south, 

I  hear  the  nations  gather  ; 
Boldly  lift  up  the  prophet's  mouth, 

To  tell  them  of  God,  the  Father : 
Tell  them  how  Jesus  came  to  save, 

— Unfold  salvation's  wonder — 
The  far,  the  near,  the  free,  the  slave 

To  bring  love's  scepter  under. 


I  see  the  wreck  of  empires  lie 

All  down  the  path  of  ages, 
In  spite  of  heroes  great  and  high, 

In  spite  of  wisest  sages : 
I  see  the  Greek's  proud  culture  fair, 

The  strength  of  sturdy  Roman, 
Prostrate  in  common  ruin  there, 

Before  one  mighty  foeman. 


And  should'st  thou,  too,  grow  faint  at  heart, 

Remember  thy  beginning ! 
Have  faith  in  God  !     It  is  the  art 

The  fathers  had  of  winning. 
Remember  how,  at  first,  they  stood 

Before  thine  eastern  portal, 
A  weak,  ignoble  brotherhood 

That  faith  lias  mUde  immortal. 


THE  HEATHEN  AT  OUR  DOOR.         33 

Stand  fast,  stand  fast,  dear  native  land 

Built  on  the  Rock  of  Ages  : 
All  shocks  that  nation  shall  withstand, 

For  Christ,  which  warfare  wages; 
A  role  of  grandeur  is  thy  past, 

A  grander  role's  before  thee ; 
Stand  fast,  dear  native  land,  stand  fast, 

Till  Christ  shall  come  in  glory ! 


THE  HEATHEN  AT  OUR  DOOR. 

We'll  not  neglect  the  heathen 

In  lands  beyond  the  sea, 
That  on  the  coral  islands 

To  idols  bend  the  knee  ; 
Nor  where  the  flow'ry  Ganges 

His  mighty  water  rolls ; 
We'll  not  neglect  the  heathen, 

Since  Christ  died  for  their  souls 

But,  O,  the  Lord  is  sending 

Whole  nations  to  our  shore ; 
Shall  we  neglect  the  heathen, 

The  heathen  at  our  door? 
They're  in  our  cities  swarming, 

Along  our  eastern  coast ; 
They  dwell  in  fair  New  England, 

Our  glory  and  our  boast. 


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And  on  the  path  of  Empire 

Toward  the  setting  sun, 
They  skirt  our  busy  railways, 

Our  prairies  overrun  : 
They  need  the  common  school  house, 

The  simple  church  as  well  ; 
Shall  we  neglect  the  heathen, 

That  in  our  borders  dwell  ? 


They  break  the  Christian  Sabbath, 

Scoff  at  the  Master's  word, 
And  in  their  every  language 

The  oath  profane  is  heard  : 
They'll  teach  their  coming  children 

The  way  the  fathers  trod, 
And  bring  upon  our  borders 

The  judgments  dire  of  God. 


O,  if  in  this  last  battle 

With  error  and  with  sin, 
We  lose  the  Land  of  Freedom 

While  other  lands  we  win  ; 
We  see  our  Jesus'  standard 

Here  trampled  to  the  earth  ; 
Then  will  sons  of  the  Pilgrims 

Prove  recreant  to  their  birth. 


OUR    FATHERS    FOUND    THE    INDIAN. 

Here's  Asia  toward  the  sunset, 

The  Indian  tribes  our  care, 
With  Africa  in  Southland 

And  Ireland  everywhere  : 
The  tide  of  coming  nations 

Breaks  on  our  ev'ry  shore : 
Shall  we  neglect  the  heathen, 

The  heathen  at  our  door  ? 


OUR  FATHERS  FOUND  THE  INDIAN. 

"    Our  fathers  found  the  Indian 

Lord  of  this  wide  domain  ; 
His  was  the  mountain  fastness, 

And  his  the  wooded  plain  : 
From  sunrise  unto  sunset, 

He  roamed  this  empire  wild, 
Nor  knew  the  great  Creator 

Had  any  other  child. 

Like  snow  beneath  the  sunbeams, 

Like  night  before  the  day, 
His  race  before  the  white-man 

Has  faded  sad  away  ; 
The  woods  he  roamed  in  grandeur, 

The  settler's  axe  has  felled  ; 
We  hold  the  pleasant  places, 

That  once  his  fathers  held. 


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Where  then  above  his  wigwam 

The  smoke  of  morning  curled, 
Flash  now  the  roofs  of  cities, 

Teems  now  a  busy  world  ; 
Where  like  a  spirit  glided 

His  bark  along  the  lake, 
The  paddle-wheels  of  Commerce 

The  old-time  silence  break, 

And  shall  we  now  deny  him 

The  sound  of  Jesus'  name, 
And  plead  that  distant  nations 

On  us  have  stronger  claim  ? 
Far  off  beyond  the  ocean 

Still  toil,  and  still  explore, 
While  we  neglect  the  Indian, 

The  Indian  at  our  door  ? 

We  are  our  brother's  keeper ! 

His  blood  cries  from  the  ground, 
Along  the  weary  pathway, 

Which,  westward,  he  has  wound  ; 
By  all  that  he  has  suffered, 

By  all  that  we  have  won, 
Forget  not  the  poor  red  man, 

Toward  the  Betting  sun. 


NATION  BY  THE  LORD  EXALTED.       37 

NATION  BY  THE   LORD  EXALTED. 

Nation,  by  the  Lord  exalted, 

With  thy  realm  from  shore  to  shore, 
Hast  thou  on  thy  mission  halted  ? 

Dost  thy  calling  now  give  o'er? 
Forward  thy  detachments  throwing, 

Press  thou  onward  to  the  West ; 
First  to  Him  allegiance  owing, 

With  time's  movements  keep  abreast. 

Where,  with  bloom  the  prairies  waving, 

Rise  and  fall  like  inland  seas  ; 
Unknown  wilds  primeval  braving, 

Scorning  all  life's  early  ease  ; 
Up  the  stern  Sierras  sweeping, 

Fearless  of  eternal  snows  ; 
Down  the  slope  Pacific  leaping ; 

There  the  tide  of  empire  goes  ! 

What  are  bridges,  with  proud  arches? 

What  are  mountains  tunneled  through? 
What  thy  forced  and  rapid  marches, 

That  the  old  world  never  knew  ? 
What  thy  green-embosomed  waters, 

Pulsing  on  their  mighty  way, 
If  thy  teeming  sons  and  daughters 

To  their  Maker  never  pray? 


38  HOME    MISSIONARY    HYMNS. 

What  are  mines  and  harvests  golden  ? 

What  are  cities,  magic-built, 
If  they  rival  cities  olden, 

In  their  luxury  and  guilt  ? 
What  are  august  Christian  churches, 

With  their  pomp  and  worldly  tone, 
If  God's  Spirit,  when  he  searches, 

Can  not  find  within  his  own  ? 

Oh  the  might  of  this  great  nation! 

Oh  her  majesty  and  power? 
If  she  knew  her  visitation, 

If  she  knew  her  day  and  hour  ; 
If  with  Gods  own  smile  upon  her, 

She  should  her  proud  office  meet ; 
She  should  lay  her  wealth  and  honor, 

Humbly  down  at  Jesus'  feet. 

Oh  the  might  of  this  great  nation, 

In  the  centre  of  the  world, 
Where  the  banner  of  salvation, 

Boldly  at  her  front  unfurled! 
Onward,  onward,  still  advancing, 

Should  the  cross  of  Jesus  go, 
Like  the  sun  triumphant  glancing, 

Till  all  lands  His  love  shall  know. 


NATIONAL  HYMNS. 


LONG  LIVE  LONG  LIVE  AMERICA. 

America,  so  proud  and  free, 

My  song,  my  heart  I  give  to  thee 

Full  high  thy  brave,  strong  wing  has  won, 

Thine  eagle  eye  is  on  the  sun  ; 

Still  upward  be  thy  heav'nward  flight, 

Still  upward  mount,  till  lost  in  light. 

Chorus. 

America,  so  proud  and  free, 

My  song,  my  heart  I  give  to  thee  : 

Long  live,  long  live,  America ! 

Thou  art  so  sweet  in  thy  repose, 
The  world  thy  friend,  abashed  thy  foes  ; 
Thou  seekest  not  the  battle-plain, 
Thy  fields  wave  with  the  golden  grain  ; 
The  sheaves  which  thou  dost  garner  in, 
Come  with  the  harvest's  merry  din. 

When  Freedom's  cause  late  waked  the  land, 
'Twas  thine  to  wield  war's  flaming  brand  ; 
Thy  face  suffused  with  God's  own  light, 
Then  rosest  to  thy  full  queen's  height ; 
And  reaped  thy  flashing  sickle  then 
Not  fields  of  wheat  but  fields  of  men. 

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42  NATIONAL    HYMNS. 

Truth's  battle  fought,  truth's  vict'ry  won, 
The  manacles  from  man  undone. 
Thou  seemest  now  some  matron  fair, 
Thy  vow  fulfilled,  and  heard  thy  prayer; 
Thy  children  playing  round  thy  knee, 
Thy  song,  sweet  peace  and  liberty  ! 

For  gladness  floats  on  ev'ry  breeze 
From  city  streets,  from  forest  trees ; 
And  when  rings  out  toil's  bell  at  noon, 
Thy  heart  with  joy  is  all  in  tune  ; 
It  thrills  thine  ev'ry  vital  chord, 
For,  labor  here  has  sure  reward. 

From  land  on  land,  whate'er  their  birth, 
Men  flock  to  thee  o'er  all  the  earth  ; 
With  ev'ry  breeze,  on  ev'ry  wave, 
Thy  winds  confront,  thy  tempests  brave ; 
No  perils  do  their  hearts  appall, 
For  thou  art  mother  to  them  all. 

Thou  art  the  youngest  sister  yet; 

To  older  nations  vast  thy  debt ; 

Art  come  to  empire,  grand  and  great, 

Art  heiress  of  Time's  last  estate  ; 

For  thee,  the  martyrs  have  turned  pale 

And  heroes  have  been  hacked  in  mail. 

Dear  native  land,  so  fair  and  great, 
Thee  other  conflicts  still  await: 


NATIVE  LAND,  SO  GREAT  AND  GRAND.     43 

To  God  and  thine  own  self  be  true ; 
Rise  up,  fresh-girt,  for  labors  new, 
Till  wrong's  dark  tide  on  earth  is  stemmed, 
And  right  by  God's  hand  diademed. 

America,  so  proud  and  free, 
I  give  my  song,  my  heart  to  thee  I 
Still  let  thy  heav'n-born  symbol  fly 
In  every  clime,  'neath  every  sky; 
Still  rise  a  yeoman  race,  to  stand 
For  God  and  home,  and  native  land ! 


NATIVE  LAND  SO  GREAT  AND  GRAND. 

Native  land,  so  great  and  grand ! 
Ocean-guarded  on  each  hand, 

With  thy  wondrous  story  ; 
Wheresoe'er  thy  banner  flies, 
Kindling  up  the  Western  skies, 
To  thy  queenly  role  arise, 

Rise  to  meet  thy  glory. 

Native  land,  so  great  and  grand, 
Wield  for  God,  truth's  flaming  brand ; 

Lo,  His  aegis  o'er  thee! 
Take  thy  task  for  God  and  man, 
Take  thy  place  in  Freedom's  van, 
Fear  not  tyrant's  curse  or  ban, 

God  shall  go  before  thee. 


44  NATIONAL    HYMNS. 

Native  land,  so  great  and  grand, 
Foot  on  sea  and  foot  on  land, 

Now  to  Heaven  swear  it : 
If  there's  duty  to  be  done, 
If  there's  glory  to  be  won, 
Anywhere,  beneath  the  sun, 

In  God's  name  I  dare  it ! 


LAND  OF  FREEDOM  QUEENLY  THOU! 

Land  of  Freedom,  queenly  thou, 
With  the  crown  upon  thy  brow  ; 
On  thy  cheek  the  flush  of  morn, 
Hail,  this  day,  when  thou  wert  born  ! 
Lo,  thy  symbol  on  the  breeze, 
Hear  the  laughter  of  the  trees, 
And  the  murmur  of  the  corn  ! 

Grand  thy  rivers,  pulsing  down 
Past  the  prairies,  past  the  town  ; 
Lo,  thy  mountains  proudly  rise 
Like  the    pillars  of  the  skies  ; 
Lo,  thy  gulfs  and  lakes  of  blue 
Ever  flash  with  glory  new, 
And  the  light  of  beauty's  eyes. 

But  a  nobler  empire's  thine 

In  the  hearts  which  thee  enshrine ; 


the  nation's  birth-dat  hymn.  45 

In  thy  sons  and  (laughters  fair, 
In  the  children  of  thy  care; 
On  this  day,  behold,  they  rise, 
Peace  and  gladness  in  their  eyes  ; 
Happy,  happy  everywhere  ! 

May  thy  realm  from  sea  to  sea 
Fairer  grow,  while  earth  shall  be  ; 
Plymouth  Rock  and  Golden  Gate 
The  far  boundaries  of  thy  State, 
While  thy  harvest-fields  of  gold, 
Hills  with  metal  wealth  untold, 
Make  thee  mighty,  make  thee  great. 

Land  of  Freedom,  queenly  thou, 
With  the  crown  upon  thy  brow ; 
Girt  with  wisdom,  girt  with  truth, 
True  to  God  in  very  sooth  ; 
When  earth's  empires  fade  away, 
When  they  mix  with  common  clay, 
God  give  thee  eternal  youth  ! 


THE  NATION'S  BIRTH-DAY  HYMN. 

Great  God,  our  fathers  trusted  thee! 
For  Freedom  braved  the  wintry  sea, 
Broke  up  the  desert's  wild  repose, 
And  made  it  blossom  as  the  rose. 


46  NATIONAL    HYMNS. 

This  day  we  hail,  that  gave  us  birth 
A  new-born  nation  in  the  earth ! 
When  her  fair  symbol  she  unfurled, 
And  man  took  heart  o'er  all  the  world. 

Between  two  oceans  vast  she  lies  ; 
Glad  prairies  smile,  proud  peaks  arise* 
And  labors  pulsing  echoes  wake 
From  tropic  gulf  to  border  lake. 

From  other  shores,  forlorn,  distrest, 
The  homeless  gather  to  her  breast 
No  serf,  no  slave,  no  tyrant's  thrall, 
One  God,  one  Father  over  all. 

Be  thou  the  nation's  guardian  still ! 
Shield  her  from  wrong,  protect  from  ill ; 
Our  children's  children  then  shall  raise 
The  same  glad  anthem  to  thy  praise. 


O  BEAUTIFUL  BEAUTIFUL  REALM  OF  THE 
WEST. 

O  beautiful,  beautiful  realm  of  the  West, 
Encircled  by  oceans,  while  lakes  gem  thy  breast 
Thy  prairies  are  waving  with  harvests  of  gold, 
Thy  sons  strike  for  freedom  undaunted  and  bold, 
O  beautiful,  beautiful  realm  of  the  West, 
Of  empires  the  queen,  of  nations  the  best  ; 
The  eaorle  that  soars  from  his  nest  to  the  sun 
Thine  emblem  of  daring,  marks  t  he  deeds  thou  hast  done. 


GOD    BE    THE    NATION'S    GUIDE.  47 

The  hand  of  the  tyrant  afflicts  thee  no  more, 

Xo  sigh  of  the  bondsman  goes  up  from  thy  shore  : 

For  many  a  martyr  has  crimsoned  the  sod 

For  freedom  in  state,  and  to  worship  his  God. 

The  shackles  once  forged  for  thy  limbs  o'er  the  main 

Thy  flag  to  the  breeze  thou  didst  sunder  in  twain  : 

Three  millions  of  slaves  thou  didst  free  at  a  fling, 

And  teach  them  the  chorus  of  Freedom  to  sing. 

O  beautiful,  beautiful  realm  of  the  West, 
The  empire  of  Freedom,  her  eyrie,  and  rest  ; 
With  mountains  cloud-capped,  and  rivers  that  leap 
Their  banners  snow-flashing  adown  the  rough  steep  ; 
The  nations  have  heard  it,  the  hymn  of  the  free, 
The  nations  distressed  from  afar  o'er  the  sea  : 
They  flock  to  thy  standard,  fair  realm  of  the  West, 
Of  empires  the  queen,  and  of  nations  the  best. 


GOD  BE  THE  NATION'S  GUIDE. 

God  be  the  Nation's  Guide, 

Strong  to  defend  her : 
Fight  ever  on  her  side  ; 

Help  quickly  send  her, 
When  foes  the  battle  set ; 

O  great  Jehovah, 
May  she  the  vict'ry  get, 

Thy  wings  her  cover. 


48  NATIONAL    HYMNS. 

Uplift  her  banner  fair, 
Proudly  unfurl  it ; 

Naught  foes  can  do  or  dare. 
To  earth  shall  hurl  it : 

God  the  Almighty  One, 

« 

Watching  high  o'er  us, 
All  foes  shall  be  undone 
Routed  before  us. 

God  be  the  nation's  Guide, 

Down  her  foes  smiting, 
Walking  war's  blood-red  tide, 

Her  battles  fighting : 
On  war's  rude  threshing-floor 

Out  the  chaff  beating, 
Till  foes  shall  plague  no  more, 

Prostrate  retreating. 

God  pity  wounded  ones, 

Wounded  and  dying : 
Pelted  by  murd'rous  guns, 

Scattered  and  flying : 
God  hasten  quick  the  time, 

When  furled  war's  banner, 
All  earth  shall  sing  sublime, 

One  glad  hosanna. 


LIFT    UP,  LIFT    UP    THY    TOUCH    OX    HIGH.  49 

LIFT  UP,  LIFT  UP  THY  TORCH  ON  HIGH.* 

Night's  diadem  around  tliy  head, 

The  world  upon  thee  gazing, 
Beneath  the  eye  of  heroes  dead 

Thy  queenly  form  up  raising; 
Lift  up,  lift  up  thy  torch  on  high, 

Fairest  of  Freedom's  daughters  ; 
Flash  it  against  thine  own  blue  sky, 

Flash  it  across  the  waters. 

Stretch  up  to  thine  own  woman's  hight, 

Thine  eye  lit  with  truth's  luster; 
As  though  from  God  Himself  alight, 

Earth's  hopes  around  thee  cluster. 
The  stars  touch  with  thy  forehead  fair, 

At  them  thy  torch  was  lighted; 
They  grope  to  find  where  truth's  ways  are, 

The  nations  long  benighted. 

Thou  hast  the  van  in  earth's  proud  march, 

To  thee  all  nations  turning  ; 
Thy  torch  against  thine  own  blue  arch 

In  answer  to  their  yearning ! 
Show  them  the  pathway  thou  hast  trod, 

The  chains  which  thou  hast  broken  ; 
Teach  them  thy  trust  in  man  and  God  ; 

The  watchwords  thou  hast  spoken. 
*  Dedication  of  Bartholdi  Statue. 


50  NATIONAL    HYMNS. 

Not  here  is  heard  the  Alp-herd's  horn, 

The  mountain  stillness  breaking  ; 
Nor  do  we  catch  the  roseate  morn, 

The  Alpine  summits  waking  ; 
Is  Neckar's  vale  no  longer  fair, 

That  German  hearts  are  leaving? 
Ah!  German  hearts  from  hearthstones  tear, 

In  thy  bright  star  believing. 

Has  Rhine-land  lost  her  grape's  perfume, 

Her  waters  green  and  golden  ? 
And  do  her  castles  no  more  bloom 

With  legends  rare  and  olden? 
Why  leave  strong  men  the  fatherland  ? 

Why  cross  the  cold,  blue  ocean  ? 
Truth's  torch  in  thine  uplifted  hand, 

Ha !  kindles  their  devotion. 

God,  home  and  country  be  thy  care, 

Thou  queen  of  all  the  ages  ; 
Belting  the  earth  is  this  one  prayer : 

Unspotted  be  thy  pages  ! 
Lift  up,  lift  up  thy  torch  on  high, 

Fairest  of  Freedom's  daughters  ; 
Flash  it  against  thine  own  blue  sky, 

Flash  it  across  the  waters. 


THE    OLD    BAY    STATE.  51 

THE  OLD  BAY  STATE. 

God  bless  the  old  Bay  State  ! 
Make  her  both  good  and  great, 

Steadfast  and  true. 
Long  as  shall  shine  the  sun, 
Long  as  her  rivers  run, 
May  she,  as  she  has  done, 

Her  duty  do. 


Here  first  the  Pilgrims  trod  ; 
Here  built  a  shrine  to  God, 

And  here  they  died. 
Long  as  the  ocean  wave 
Murmurs  around  their  giave, 
Faithful  to  what  they  gave. 

May  she  abide ! 


Here  sleep  the  glorious  dead, 
Whose  blood  was  earliest  shed 

On  freedom's  pyre. 
Till  yon  gray  shaft  shall  fall, 
Corner  and  capstone  all, 
To  us  their  deeds  must  call ; 

And  ours  inspire. 


52  NATIONAL    HYMNS. 

God  bless  our  Commonwealth 
With  peace  and  joy  and  health, 

And  honest  worth  : 
May  harvests  never  fail ; 
God  bless  her  ships  that  sail, 
Swift-winged  on  every  gale, 

Round  all  the  earth. 


Her  past,  at  least,  is  sure ; 
Her  future  stands  secure, 

With  Heaven  her  friend  : 
May  her  proud  feme  arise 
Like  temple  to  the  skies, 
And  greet  admiring  eyes, 

Till  time  shall  end ! 


THE  MOTHER  LAND. 

Written  to  be  sung  to  America,  on  Bunker's  Hill,  Charles  town,  at 
i  reception  given  to  Rev.  Newman  Hall. 

God  bless  the  Mother  Land, 
From  whence  a  pilgrim  band 

Came  o'er  the  deep  ; 
There  our  great  sires  were  laid 
In  furrows  battle-made, 
Or  'neath  the  yew  tree's  shade; 

There  still  they  sleep. 


THE    MOTHER    LAND.  53 

God  bless  the  faithful  men, 
Who  wielded  voice  and  pen 

Our  cause  to  gain  ; 
These  are  earth's  noble  ones, 
These  are  true  England's  sons  ; 
The  blood  of  Hampden  runs  # 

In  ev'ry  vein. 

Here,  where  the  lightnings  first 
Upon  our  fathers  burst 

From  Freedom's  cloud  ; 
Where  our  true  yeoman  brought 
The  sacrifice  she  sought  ; 
We  hail  them  as  we  ought, 

With  anthem  loud. 

They  are  the  Mother  Land  ! 
With  them  we  take  our  stand 

On  Freedom's  height ; 
These  granite  lips  that  tell 
How  our  forefathers  fell, 
Henceforth,  O  let  them  dwell 

On  sweeter  sight  ! 

These  skies  that  gathered  round 
The  silent  battle-ground 

And  wept  the  slain. 
Till  Time's  last  act  is  through, 
0  never  may  their  blue 
With  fire  and  carnage  new 

Be  dimmed  again  ! 


54  NATIONAL    HYMNS. 

May  our  blent  banners  wave 
Above  the  free  and  brave 

Of  kindred  blood, 
Long  as  the  bow  shall  stand 
With  foot  on  either  hand, 
Binding  each  sovereign  land, 

Arching  the  flood  ! 


RISE,  YE  CHRISTIAN  PEOPLE,  RISE. 
Rise,  ye  Christian  people,  rise, 
Pay  your  autumn  sacrifice  ! 
God  has  given  heat  and  cold, 
God  has  turned  the  green  to  gold  ; 
God  has  crowrned  the  year  with  good, 
Earth  again  has  brought  forth  food. 

God  has  kept  earth's  bosom  warm  ; 
Safely  guarded  germ  and  norm  ; 
Out  of  ashes  cold  and  dead, 
Made  for  man  his  daily  bread  ; 
Corn  and  wheat,  to  fill  his  store, 
Brought  in  wragons  to  the  door. 

While  your  harvest-loaded  wains 
Roll  in  triumph  o'er  the  plains; 
While  from  toil  ye  now  have  rest, 
With  earth's  milk  and  honey  blest  ; 
Rise,  ye  Christian  people,  rise, 
Pay  your  autumn  sacrifice  I 


O    GOD    OF    NATURE,    COME.  55 

God  was  in  the  autumn's  hush, 
Tree  aflame,  and  burning  bush ; 
Hills  and  valleys  all  ablaze, 
Like  an  altar,  fired  for  praise  ; 
He  Himself  has  crowned  the  year 
With  the  full  corn  in  the  ear 

God  will  walk  again  earth's  fields, 
For  the  harvest  that  life  yields  ; 
Like  the  golden  shocks  of  corn, 
Ripe  in  season  for  that  morn, 
May  the  angel-reapers  fair, 
Us  to  His  own  garner  bear  ! 


O  GOD  OF  NATURE,  COME. 

O  God  of  nature,  come 
And  grace  our  Harvest-home 

These  autumn  days  ! 
The  op'ning  year  was  thine, 
Each  month's  progressive  sign  ; 
Alike  the  year's  decline, 
With  ripening  rays. 

Thou  did'st  our  garners  fill, 
From  many  a  fertile  hill 

And  verdant  vale  : 
Did'st  make  earth  soft  with  show'rs, 
Did'st  bless  the  summer  hours, 
Did'st  quicken  nature's  pow'rs, 

That  none  should  fail. 


5G  NATIONAL    HYMNS. 

For  pastures  clothed  with  flocks, 
And  fields  with  gathered  shocks 

Of  golden  grain  ; 
O'er  all  our  walks  and  ways, 
Our  changing  nights  and  days, 
Thee,  for  thy  care  we  praise, 

0  Lord,  again. 

For  country,  rich  and  fair, 
For  peaceful  dwellings  there, 

Thy  name  we  bless ! 
Do  thou  our  homage  own  ; 
With  love,  these  blessings  crown, 
And  help  us  hand  them  down 

1  n  righteousness ! 

Faithful  to  Freedom's  fires, 
Tin;  mantle  of  our  sires. 

Still  may  wre  wear  ; 
From  judgments,  grant  release  ; 
May  justice  still  increase  ; 
Give  us,  O  Lord,  thy  peace  ; 

Make  us  thy  care. 


O  BANNER  THE  BEAUTIFUL,  FREEDOM'S 

FAIR  FLOWER. 
O  banner  the  beautiful,  Freedom's  fair  flower, 
Thou  knowest  thy  day,  and  thou  knowest  thine  hour, 
In  man's  proud  advance  at  the  front  is  thy  post, 
Fair  banner  of  Freedom,  to  lead  on  her  host. 


O    BANNER    THE    BEAUTIFUL.  57 

Mid    whirr  of  the  drum,  and  the   bugle's  brave  note, 
Mid  smoke  of  the  conflict  I  see  thee  afloat: 
When  battle  is  over,  and  war's  tumults  cease, 
0  banner  the  beautiful,  banner  of  peace. 

CHORUS. 

O  banner  the  beautiful,  flag  of  the  free, 
All  nations  with  yearning  are  turning  to  thee  ; 
O  banner  the  beautiful,  red,  white  and  blue, 
Earth's  wildest  convulsions  thy  glory  renew. 

O  banner  the  beautiful,  safe  neath  thy  fold, 
Earth's  lowest  and  humblest,   thy  glories  behold  ; 
The  workman  looks  up,  all  his  children  thy  care, 
Looks  up  with  a  song,  with  a  wish,  with  a  prayer  ; 
The  seaman  whose  path  leads  him  all  round  the  world 
Whatever  the  clime,  hails  thee  gladly  unfurled, 
From  wrest  unto  east,  as  the  earth  wheels  her  way, 
In  colors  so  fair  greet  the  breaking  of  day. 

O  banner,  the  beautiful,  banner  of  grace, 
Thy  role  be  from  God  to  lead  on  the  race  : 
Still  welcome  thine  emblems  and  welcome   their  sign. 
The  Gospel  of  Freedom  writ  fair  in  each  line  ; 
Thy  red  is  the  blood  of  the  martyrs  once  shed, 
Thy  white  is  the  raiment  they  walk  in  o'er  head, 
Thy  stars,  thou  hast  plucked  from  the  firmament  down 
With  glory  unfading  their  achievements  to  crown. 


58  NATIONAL    HYMNS. 

0  banner  the  beautiful,  still  may'st  thou  bloom, 
When  empires  the  proudest,  descend  to  the  tomb; 
From  conquest  to  conquest  may  God  lead  thee  on, 
Till  Freedom's  last  height  shall  in  triumph  be  won, 
Till  man  walk  as  sovereign  by  God-given  birth, 
And  woman  as  queen,  all  round  the  glad  earth  ; 
3  banner  the  beautiful,  hope  thou  of  man, 
Bloom  on,  bloom  forever,  and  lead  on  the  van. 


THE  GOD  OF  NATIONS  PRAISE, 

The  God  of  nations  praise, 
Who  giveth  length  of  days 

To  this  fair  land. 
Here  first  our  fathers  came, 
Strangers  to  wealth  and  fame  ; 
Here  kindled  freedom's  flame  :— 

Earth's  noblest  band  ! 


With  mingled  doubt  and  awe, 
Thewond'ring  nations  saw 

The  fabric  fair ! 
Saw  them  new  realms  create; 
Saw  state  unite  with  state, 
In  empire  one  and  great, 

Free  as  the  air  1 


THE    GOD    OF    NATIONS    PRAISE.  59 

Saw  them,  firm  as  a  rock, 
Resist  the  battle's  shock, 

For  Freedom  die  ! 
Saw  them  for  rights  of  man, 
Take  tyrant's  curse  and  ban 
Till  foremost  in  the  van, 

Their  banner  fly ! 
Rich,  benign  and  fair, 
Be  thou  Jehovah's  care 

Till  time  shall  end, 
Blessings  our  fathers  sought, 
Fruit  of  their  toil  and  thought, 
For  which  they  prayed  and  fought 

i  )n  as  descend ! 
Dream  not,  fair  land  of  peace, 
O  seek  not  their  release 

From  care  and  toil, 
Until  thy  task  is  done, 
Until  thine  humblest  one 
Is  owned  fair  freedom's  son, 

On  ev'ry  soil ! 
O  be  these  realms  of  thine 
Obedient  to  His  sign, 

For  man  who  died  ! 
Where'er  thy  standard  goes, 
Mid  palms  or  polar  snows, 
Confronting  friends  or  foes, 

Be  His  allied  ! 


HUMANITARIAN  HYMNS. 


FORWARD.  63 

FORWARD. 

O  stand  fast,  dear  native  land  ! 
True  thy  heart,  and  firm  thy  hand, 

God,  Jehovah,  guide  thee  ! 
Where  His  voice  ealls  thee  to  go, 
Though  one  step  thou  dost  not  know, 
Forward  ! 

For  He's  still  beside  thee. 


Look  above,  dear  native  land  ! 
Doubting,  waiting,  do  not  stand ; 

Cleave  to  God  forever  ! 
He's  the  God  our  fathers  knew  ; 
Girt  for  what  thou  hast  to  do, 
Forward, 

With  thy  best  endeavor  ! 


Fear  not  man,  dear  native  land  ! 
On  thy  head  may  beat  war's  brand, 

Round  the  battle  thunder  ; 
Not  afraid  of  human  might, 
Nobly  strike  thou  for  the  right ; 
Forward  ! 

Let  the  nations  wonder. 


64  HUMANITARIAN    HYMNS. 

Trust  in  God,  dear  native  land  ! 
Ready  for  His  least  command, 

Though  the  world  assail  thee  ; 
If  with  justice  thou  art  shod, 
Thou  art  safe  alone  with  God  : 

Forward  ! 
He  will  never  fail  thee  ! 


THE  CIVIC    CROWN. 

In  the  ancient  Roman  state, 
Grandly  noble,  calmly  great, 
When  in  battle-hour,  a  slave 
Did  the  life  of  warrior  save, 
Then,  for  that,  with  gen'rous  strain, 
Did  they  break  the  bondman's  chain. 

When  in  forum  he  appeared, 
Senate  rose  and  people  cheered  ; 
And  they  bound  his  head  with  bay, 
Freed  his  father  old  and  gray, 
Freed  his  children,  freed  his  wife, 
For  that  single  soldier's  life. 

Better  is  a  Roman's  life, 
Than  a  nation  saved  in  strife? 
Than  a  future  proud  redeemed, 
When  thai  future  hopeless  seemed? 
Can  a  faithful  State  forget 
Those  she  owes  this  untold  debt? 


THE    CIVIC    CROWN.  65 

Shall  we  to  the  vow  be  true  ? 
Less  than  Romans  can  we  do? 
Wagner,  Pillow,  shall  each  name 
Publish  treachery  and  shame  ? 
Shall  the  blood  of  outraged  slave 
This  sweet  vengeance  fail  to  have  ? 

Beat  the  false  opinion  down, 
Give  the  man  the  civic  crown 
Be  he  red  or  be  he  white, 
Be  he  black  as  blackest  night, 
Does  our  banner  o'er  him  float, 
Let  him  have  the  freeman's  vote. 

By  the  blood  so  nobly  shed, 
By  the  great  unnumbered  dead, 
By  the  living  and  their  woes, 
Bring  the  conflict  to  a  close : 
Beat  the  false  opinion  down, 
Give  the  man  the  civic  crown. 


THE  FREEMAN'S   OATH. 

We  will  not  faint  or  falter  now, 
Though  other  toils  there  are ; 

We  lift  to  heav'n  an  unblenched  brow 
And  thus  we  solemn  swear  : 

5 


66  HUMANITARIAN    HYMNS. 

Man's  wrongs,  we  still  will  right  them, 
Man's  woes,  will  help  him  bear, 

Man's  foes,  we  still  will  fight  them, 
And  make  his  rights  our  care. 

Millions  for  this  have  shed  their  blood, 

In  every  age  allied  ; 
Shall  we  not  make  the  cause  still  good, 

For  which  they  nobly  died  ? 
Man's  wrongs,  we  still  will  right  them, 

Man's  woes,  will  help  him  bear  ; 
Man's  foes,  we  still  will  fight  them, 

And  make  his  rights  our  care. 

We've  seen  the  bondman  lose  his  chain 

We've  seen  a  nation  born  ; 
Old  vantage  shall  the  foe  regain, 

And  treat  God's  work  with  scorn  ? 
Man's  wrongs,  we  still  will  right  them, 

Man's  woes,  will  help  him  bear ; 
Man's  foes,  we  still  will  fight  them, 

And  make  his  rights  our  care. 

So  long  as  God  shall  give  us  life, 
Fresh  toils  we  will  not  Bpare  ; 

What  e'er  the  field,  the  same  the  strife, 

The  same  the  vow  we  swear! 


BLOW,    BUGLER,    BLOW    UP    ONE    NOTE    MORE.     67 

Man's  wrongs,  we  still  will  right  them, 
Man's  woes,  will  help  him  bear  ; 

Man's  foes,  wre  still  will  fight  them, 
And  make  his  rights  our  care. 


BLOW,  BUGLER,  BLOW  UP  ONE  NOTE 
MORE. 

Blow,  bngler,  blow  up  one  note  more, 

Blowr  me  the  New  Creation 
When  He  shall  come,  wTho  came  before, 

And  bring  wrong's  reparation. 
A  newr-born  race  with  Him  appear, 

War's  hosts  no  more  assemble  : 
The  earth  no  longer  quake  with  fear, 

With  battle  thunders  tremble. 

CHORUS. 

Blow,  bugler,  blow  up  one  note  more, 
Blow  me  the  New  Creation : 

When  He  shall  come,  who  came  before 
And  bring  wrong's  reparation. 

When  man  shall  love  his  fellow  man 

Give  honor  due  to  woman, 
And  children  take  no  more  the  ban 

Of  heritage  inhuman  : 
The  white-cross  banner  be  unfurled, 

All  round  the  earth  benighted, 
And  all  the  troubles  of  the  world 

By  God's  own  hand  be  righted. 


68  HUMANITARIAN    HYMNS. 

Blow,  bugler,  blow  Truth's  triumph  note, 

Wake  ev'ry  sound  that  slumbers  : — 
As  though  they  came  from  angel  throat 

I  catch  celestial  numbers  : 
Each  wound  of  earth  has  found  its  balm, 

Its  rest,  each  agitation  ; 
Above  all  discords  sounds  the  psalm 

Of  love's  last  consummation. 


FOR  GOD  AND  HOME  AND  NATIVE  LAND. 

For  God  and  Home  and  Native  Land! 

Our  motto,  here  we  write  it; 
There  is  no  foe  we'll  not  withstand, 

No  battle  but  we'll  fight  it. 
For  God,  the  Father  over  all, 

For  Home,  its  welcome  smiling, 
For  Native  Land,  our  trumpet  call; 

Take  heed  of  notes  beguiling. 

There  is  no  God,  like  him  who  died, 

In  Jesus  Christ,  to  save  us; 
We  hide  us  in  His  riven  side, 

And  give,  as  once  He  gave  us; 
Like  him,  no  God  in  heaven  above, 

On  earth  there  is  no  other; — 
And  Him  we'll  serve,  and  Him  we'll  love, 

In  our  poor  tempted  brother. 


FOR  GOD  AND  HOME  AND  NATIVE  LAND.    69 

There  is  no  home,  like  that  whose  light 

Along  earth's  path  is  shining; 
Within,  full  many  an  image  bright 

Our  faithful  hearts  enshrining; 
We'll  not  forget  life's  dearest  ones, 

Their  names  we  fondly  cherish; 
Our  fathers,  mothers,  daughters,  sons; 

Nor  will  we  let  them  perish. 

There  is  no  Land  like  our  fair  Land, 

Willi  Freedom's  sons  and  daughters; 
Her  shores  by  healthful  breezes  fanned, 

And  bathed  by  ocean's  waters. 
Baptized  with  blood  on  many  a  field, 

Still  brighten-  grow  her  story  ! 
God  be  her  strength,  her  tower,  her  shield, 

And  be  His  truth  her  glory. 

For  God  and  Home  and  Native  Land, 

Our  motto,  here  we  write  it ; 
Here  seal  our  vow,  here  make  our  stand, 

No  battle  but  we'll  fight  it. 
We  clasp  our  hands  and  kneel  in  prayer 

To  Him  who  rules  above  us; 
That  he  will  make  our  cause  his  care, 

And  prosper  those  who  love  us. 


70  HUMANITARIAN    HYMNS. 

IT  SHALL  COME,  THE  AGE  OF  GOLD. 

It  shall  come  the  Age  of  Gold, 

Crown  earth's  weary  ages : 
Waited  long,  and  long  foretold, 

By  God's  saints  and  sages  : 
Sin  and  wrong  in  might  arrayed, 

With  credentials  hoary, 
Like  the  mists  at  morn,  shall  fade 

In  its  light  and  glory. 

Sceptred  power  in  purple  clad, 

God  and  man  deriding, 
Sway  no  more  its  minions  mad, 

On  proud  pathway  striding: 
Right  no  more  tread  scaffold-stair 

Mid  loud  execration  ; 
But,  a  seal  of  glory  wear, 

Have  God's  coronation. 

Man  no  more  extend  for  gold, 

Death's  cup  to  the  tempted  ; 
Nor  be  virtue  bought  and  sold  : 

Vice  from  woe  exempted. 
God  shall  hear  the  widow's  prayer, 

Hear  the  childrens*  crying: 
Hush  the  heart  with  long  despair, 

Of  its  secret  sighing. 


OH  !    IT    IS    GRAND    FOR    GOD    TO    STAND.  71 

Home  shall  be  the  sacred  spot, 

God  for  child  intended  ; 
O'er  the  humblest  human  lot, 

Angel-wings  extended  : 
Man  and  woman  equals  be  ! — 

One  their  emulation, 
Which  shall  meet  most  sacredly, 

God's  thought  in  creation. 

Love  and  light  shall  belt  the  earth, 

From  the  Cross  proceeding, 
Man  regain  his  native  worth, 

Through  the  God-man  bleeding: 
God  himself  be  all  in  all, 

And  all  kindreds  gather 
Round  this  glad  terrestrial  ball : — 

Children  of  one  Father. 


OH !  IT  IS  GRAXD  FOR  GOD  TO  STAND. 

On  !  it  is  grand  for  God  to  stand, 

With  holy  oil  anointed  : 
To  dare  the  brunt  of  battle-front, 

And  do  the  deed  appointed: 
To  lay  one's  health,  h\<  time,  his  wealth, 

His  life  upon  God's  altar  ; 
And  take  instead  the  thorn-crowned  head, 

The  cross,  the  stake,  the  halter. 


72  HUMANITARIAN    HYMNS. 

CHORUS. 

Oh  !  it  is  grand  for  God  to  stand, 

With  holy  oil  anointed  : 
To  dare  the  brunt  of  battle-front, 

And  do  the  deed  appointed. 

Never  to  flinch,  or  yield  an  inch, 

Though  portents  are  thick  falling  : 
No  dread  to  know,  to  count  no  foe, 

To  fear  no  fate  appalling : 
To  choose  the  side  by  men  decried, 

From  which  they  turn  their  faces  : 
Challenge  the  wrong  that's  hoar  and  strong, 

Entrenched  in  earth's  high  places. 

When  others  fail,  grow  sick  and  pale, 

Or  leave  the  field  despairing, 
Then  silence  break  for  Truth's  fair  sake, 

Her  sign  one's  helmet  wearing  : 
Though  mark'd  one's  brow  as  felon's  now, 

As  felon's  though  his  dying, 
His  blood  decreed  God's  martyr-seed ; 

Sure  of  late  fructifying. 

Oh!  it  is  grand  for  God  to  stand, 
When  others  pale  and  halter  : 

Never  to  shrink,  or  balk,  or  blink, 
Never  to  fail  or  lull  it. 


BRING,    LORD,    QUICK    THE    CONSUMMATION  io 

The  battle  long  can  not  go  wrong, 

Truth's  cause  cannot  miscarry  ; 
For  sure,  at  length,  tray 'ling  in  strength, 

He  comes,  who  will  not  tarry. 


BRING,   LORD,    QUICK   THE    CONSUMMA- 
TION. 

Bring,  Lord,  quick  the  consummation, 

Hasten  it  in  our  own  time  ; 
When  the  rivers  of  Salvation 

Shall  o'erflowr  their  banks  sublime ; 
Then  shall  cease  all  sin  and  sorrow, 

Then  thy  hand  shall  wipe  all  tears  ; 
Then  shall  dawn  the  glad  to-morrow, 

And  shall  break  the  thousand  years. 

Wake  thy  children  up  to  duty, 

Willing  make  them  in  thine  hour ; 
Clothe  them  with  the  morning's  beauty, 

Clothe  them  with  angelic  power  ; 
Then  no  more  shall  schism  sunder, 

They  shall  all  see  eye  to  eye  ; 
Then  shall  come  that  day  of  wonder, 

Flooding  all  earth's  darkened  sky. 

Jesus,  thou  our  Mediator, 

Jesus,  thou  our  Brother  Man, 
Creature,  thou,  yet  new-Creator, 

Quick  fulfill  thy  love's  own  plan. 


74  HUMANITARIAN    HYMNS. 

Thou  for  man  hast  fellow  feeling, 
Touched  within  by  all  his  woes ; 

Gird  thyself,  thy  power  revealing, 
Gird  thyself  against  his  foes. 

Thou  man's  Liberator  only, 

Trampling  on  the  conquered  grave, 
Lift  thou  up  the  sad  and  lonely, 

Break  the  fetters  of  the  slave  ; 
On  thy  last  great  battle  enter, 

Thou  our  shield  and  our  defence ; 
With  thy  sword  strike  down  hell's  center, 

Girded  with  omnipotence. 

Then  shall  come  that  clay  of  wonder, 

Then  shall  dawn  that  day  of  days, 
When  Time's  last  great  trump  shall  thunder, 

And  go  up  earth's  hymn  of  praise  ; 
Breaking;  like  the  sea's  great  waters 

As  they  peal  along  the  shore, 
Then  shall  all  earth's  sons  and  daughters 

Sing  love's  triumph  evermore. 


THE  GOD  ETERNAL  LIVETII  YET. 

The  God  eternal  liveth  yet! 

Then  why  are  we  faint  hearted? 
And,  why  at  evil  do  we  fret, 

As  though  He  had  departed? 


SEE    YE    NOT    THE    HOSTILE    LEGIONS?  75 

Descending  from  the  heav'nly  hill, 
His  angels  cam})  around  us  still ; 
Although  we  find  us  hard  beset, 
The  God  eternal  liveth  yet. 

The  God  eternal  liveth  yet, 

Nor  can  He  once  forsake  us  ; 
Opposing  hosts  nor  will  He  let 

Too  heavy  overtake  us : 
A  feeble  flock,  indeed,  we  are, 
But  we  are  still  the  Shepherd's  care ; 
His  guards  He  will  around  us  set, 
The  God  eternal  liveth  yet. 

The  God  eternal  liveth  yet ! 

The  battle  field,  He  knows  it, 
Through  Him  the  victory  we'll  get 

Whoever  may  oppose  it : 
When  we  are  weak,  then  are  we  strong, 
We  rise  from  pray'r  to  triumph-song  ; 
Our  watchword  this,  the  battle  set : 
The  God  eternal  liveth  yet. 


SEE  YE  NOT  THE  HOSTILE  LEGIONS  ? 

See  ye  not  the  hostile  legions 

Must Ymi:  near  and  rnust'ring  far? 

Have  you  sworn  your  Lord  allegiance? 
Follow  ye  His  fortune's  star? 


76  HUMANITARIAN    HYMNS. 

Men  are  fainting,  men  are  dying, 
Ebbs  and  flows  the  battle  tide  ; 

Forward ,  then,  on  Christ  relying, 
Glory  to  the  Crucified. 

Hark !  I  hear  the  battle's  thunder, 

Breaking  all  along  the  line  ! 
Will  they  tear  our  hosts  asunder  ? 

Lo !  I  see  His  standard  shine  ! 
He  is  walking  on  war's  surges, 

As  of  old,  upon  the  sea  ; 
From  the  smoke  the  Cross  emerges 

Then  the  shout  of  victory. 

Christian  men,  O  do  not  falter, 

Day  will  dawn  so  long  foretold ; 
Lay  yourself  upon  God's  altar, 

It  will  bring  the  age  of  gold  ; 
Ev'ry  fetter  shall  be  broken, 

Ev'ry  captive  come  forth  free  ; 
For  the  Lord  Himself  hath  spoken  : 

And  fulfilled  His  word  shall  be. 


A  PILGRIM  CONSECRATION  HYMN. 

From  other  lands  our  fathers  came, 

God's  own  elect,  His  chosen. 
And  took  possession  in  His  name 

Of  these  realms  wild  and  frozen  : 


A    PILGRIM    CONSECRATION    HYMN.  77 

They  knelt  to  Him  with  song  and  prayer 

The  rock's  rude  pile  their  altar  : 
And  standing  by  thai  altar-stair, 

Shall  we,  their  offspring,  falter? 

We  bless  thee  for  faith's  heritage  : — 

The  tale  our  sires  have  told  us  : 
Turn  thou  for  us  the  future's  page, 

Stern  duty  to  unfold  us. 
They  walked  with  God  through  fire  and  flood, 

To  plant  these  pleasant  places  : 
We  would  hand  down  the  varied  good 

The  continent  embraces. 

To  mark  us  from  dark  Egypt's  host, 

And  sanctify  each  dwelling, 
Smite  thou  with  blood  each  lintel-post 

The  Paschal  secret  telling  : 
Before  us  go  through  floods  unknown 

The  waves  our  Leader  smiting, 
And  we  will  raise  a  witness-stone, 

To  mark  our  safe  alighting. 

Our  fathers'  blood  warm  in  our  veins, 

May  all  their  valor  fire  us  : 
To  self-denials,  pangs  and  pains 

For  man  and  God  inspire  us. 
That  we  may  never  lose  their  way, 

Nor  break  their  compact  solemn, 
Before  us  go  in  cloud  by  day, 

By  night  in  fiery  column. 


78  HUMANITARIAN    HYMNS. 

THE  LAND  THAT  GAVE  YOU  BIRTH. 

O,  the  land  that  gave  you  birth, 

Where  you  opened  first  your  eyes, 
On  the  green  and  gladsome  earth, 

On  the  blue,  resplendent  skies  ! 
Land  of  pine  and  of  the  palm  : 

Land  the  Pilgrim  exiles  trod, 
On  the  wilds,  when  broke  their  psalm 

And  they  knelt  in  praise  to  God. 

Do  you  love  this  land  so  fair, — 

Land  of  which  you  make  your  boast ; 
Land  of  clear,  sweet  mountain  air — 

Land  of  wholesome,  rocky  coast, 
Land  of  prairie  and  of  plain, 

City  vast,  and  rural  town  ? 
Did  the  Pilgrims  come  in  vain? 

Will  you  hand  these  blessings  down  ? 

Answer  ye,  within  whose  veins 

Flows  the  proud,  heroic  flood, 
That  once  left  its  battle  stains  ; 

Marked  the  place  where  martyrs  stood: 
Are  you  worthy  of  your  sires, 

Who  have  entered  into  rest? 
Are  those  ancient,  holy  fires 

Burning  in  their  children's  breast? 


I    KNOW    NO    DIFFERENCE    OF    HACK.  79 

Answer  ye,  the  names  who  bear 

Blazoned  on  historic  page, 
Are  )rou  worthy  of  a  share 

In  such  glorious  heritage  ? 
Answer  ye,  who  bear  the  name, 

Blazoned  not  on  earthly  shield, 
Written  on  a  cross  of  shame  ; — 

Ye  to  glory  ransom  sealed. 


I  KNOW  NO  DIFFERENCE  OF  RACE. 

I  know  no  difference  of  race, 

Of  African  and  Saxon  ; 
Of  tawny  skin,  of  rose-cheeked  face, 

Of  hair,  or  crisp,  or  flaxen. 
The  soul  within,  that  is  the  man, 

There  is  God's  image  hidden  ; 
And  there  He  looks,  each  guest  to  scan, 

The  bidden  and  unbidden. 

In  Jesus  Christ  are  all  men  one, 

And  He  their  Elder  Brother  ; 
The  races  various,  'neath  the  sun, 

Why  should  they  vex  each  other? 
Or  Jew,  or  Greek,  the  blood  the  same 

Within  their  veins  that's  flowing; 
Or  bond,  or  free,  to  all  He  came, 

His  dying  love  bestowing. 


80  HUMANITARIAN    HYMNS. 

The  same,  the  bread,  His  flesh  we  break, 

The  wine,  His  blood  we're  pouring; 
We  lose  ourselves  here  for  His  sake, 

Repenting  and  adoring. 
There  are  no  differences  of  grace, 

God's  love  to  all  descending  ; 
The  humblest  is  His  dwelling  place 

His  win":  the  least  defending. 

What  though  my  brother  man  has  worn 

The  bondsman's  yoke  and  fetter, 
The  scoff  and  jeer  of  pride  has  borne 

I  am  the  more  his  debtor  ! 
What  man  is  weak,  and  I'm  not  weak? 

Offended,  I'm  not  burning? 
Is  dumb,  and  I  refuse  to  speak  ? 

Is  spurned,  take  not  the  spurning? 

One  God  in  love  broods  over  all ! 

One  prayer  to  Him  is  taught  us  ; 
One  name  for  mercy  when  we  call ; 

One  ransom  Christ  has  brought  us. 
One  heart  of  meekness,  lowly  mind, 

Life's  counter-currents  breasting; 
One  Father's  house  we  hope  to  find, 

Within  God's  bosom  resting. 


O    ETHIOPIA,    LAND    OF    NIGIIT !  81 

0  ETHIOPIA,  LAND  OF  NIGHT  ! 

0  Ethiopia,  land  of  night, 
I  see  thy  tow 'ring  palms  ; 

1  see  thy  Nile  move  down  in  might, 
With  harvests  in  his  arms  : 

From  Congo  to  the  Mozambique, 

Thou  kneel'st  with  outstretched  hands, 

All  sick  at  heart,  forlorn  and  weak, 
Thou  widowed  one  of  lands  ! 

I  hear  thy  mighty  millions  wail! 

I  hear  them  cry  "  How  long  ?  " 
They  listen  to  each  Western  gale, 

To  catch  sweet  Zion's  song  : 
"  To  all  the  world!  "  did  He  not  say, 

Once  nailed  upon  the  tree  ? 
Caucasian  brother,  tell  us  pray, 

Who  need  it  more  than  we  ?  " 

Earth's  menial  burdens  we  have  borne, 

Oppressed  beyond  the  seas  : 
The  scourge  have  felt,  the  shackle  worn, 

To  win  you  wealth  and  ease. 
We  only  ask  you,  in  return, 

For  crumbs  of  living  bread  : 
Us  beggars,  can  you  longer  spurn  ? — 

The  children  all  are  fed." 
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82  HUMANITARIAN    HYMNS. 

0  Ethiopia,  bending  there, 
0  land  of  night  and  woe  ! 

At  last,  I  see,  is  heard  thy  pray'r, 
And  forth  Christ's  heralds  go ! 

No  more  the  slaver  hovers  near, 
Like  some  foul  bird  of  prey  ; 

No  more  dark  heathen  rites  appear 
Thy  midnight  dawns  to-day 

Thy  midnight  dawns,  at  last,  to-day 
And  in  earth's  sisterhood, 

1  see  thee  urge  thine  equal  way, 
Outcast,  so  low  that  stood : 

I  see  thee  take  in  Christ  thine  own, 
Thy  race  God's  image  wear, 

Queenlike  resume  thy  rightful  throne 
Redeemed  from  long  despair. 


FOREIGN  MISSIONARY  HYMNS. 


HARK,    THE    MACEDONIAN    CRY.  85 


HARK,  THE  MACEDONIAN  CRY. 

Hark,  the  .Macedonian  cry. 
Conn1,  and  help  ns  lest  we  die  ; 
Wings  of  morning  quickly  take, 
Our  long  night  of  woe  to  break  ; 
Hush  for  once  t he  roar  of  gain, 
Like  the  billows  of  the  main  ; 
Hark  the  Macedonian  cry, 
Come  and  help  us,  lest  we  die. 

Hark  !  I  hear  it  yet  again, 

Yoice  of  sinful,  dying  men  ! 

Hush  for  once  life's  busy  hum, 

Let  the  voice  of  joy  be  dumb  : 

Cease  from  prayer  and  cease  from  song, 

While  ye  pass  the  cry  along : 

Ah,  that  bitter,  bitter  cry, 

Come  and  help  us,  lest  we  die. 


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Hearts  are  bruised,  and  hearts  are  dead, 
Homes  are  full  of  woe  and  dread  ; 
Children  know  not  of  Christ's  fold, 
Straying  m  the  night  and  cold. 
Day-light  joy  it  comes  to  blight, 
Lades  the  watches  of  the  night; 
Like  the  moaning  sea,  the  cry, 
Come  and  help  us,  lest  we  die. 


86  FOREIGN    MISSIONARY    HYMNS. 

From  Christ's  empires  yet  to  be, 
In  wild  realms  beyond  the  sea ; 
From  the  li ill  and  from  the  plain, 
From  the  island  and  the  main  ; 
Where'er  man  in  sin  is  found, 
Comes  that  voice,  the  earth  around  ; 
Voice  that  reaches  to  the  sky : 
Come,  and  help  us,  lest  we  die. 


CHRISTIAN  SISTER  O'ER  THE  SEA. 

Christian  sister  o'er  the  sea, 
This  has  Jesus  done  for  thee  : 
Thine  a  country  fair  and  strong, 
«l  Where  God's  blessings  thickly  throng  ; 
Where  in  peace  God's  people  dwell ; 
Where  is  heard  the  Sabbath  bell ; 
Christian  sister  o'er  the  sea, 
Canst  thou  nothing  do  for  me? 

Christian  sister  o'er  the  sea, 
This  has  Jesus  done  for  thee : 
Thine  the  comforts  sweet,  that  come 
From  a  hallowed  Christian  home  ; 
Where  thy  mother-tongue  can  teach 
Jesus'  love  with  infant  speech  : 
Christian  sister  o'er  the  sea. 
Canst  thou  nothing:  do  for  me? 


THIS    LOST,    LOST    WORLD    FOR   JESUS.  87 

Christian  sister  o'er  the  sea, 
This  has  Jesus  done  for  thee  ! — 
Mine  a  country  dark  as  night, 
Where  unknown  is  Gospel  light  ; 
Where  we  pass  life's  weary  days, 
Never  heard  the  voice  of  praise  ; 
Christian  sister  o'er  the  sea, 
Canst  thou  nothing  do  for  me  ? 


Christian  sister  o'er  the  sea, 
This  has  Jesus  done  for  thee  ! — 
Sabbath  rest  and  hours  of  pray'r 
Never  break  our  long  despair ; 
Tell  me,  sister,  ere  I  die, 
God's  kind  message  from  the  sky  * 
Christian  sister  o'er  the  sea, 
Canst  thou  nothing  do  for  me  ? 


THIS  LOST,  LOST  WORLD  FOR  JESUS. 

This  lost,  lost  world  for  Jesus ! 

9  Twas  Heav'n  He  put  aside  ; 
On  earth  He  walked  incarnate, 

Was  scourged  and  crucified. 
Then,  let  the  King  immortal, 

Who  left  for  us,  a  throne, 
Return  and  take  possession, 

Return  and  claim  His  own. 


FOREIGN    MISSIONARY    HYMNS. 

This  lost,  lost  world  for  Jesus, 

From  where  the  rising  sun 
Lights  up  the  Orient  mountains, 

To  where  his  eourse  is  run. 
He  is  the  world's  Redeemer, 

Let  all  beneath  the  skies 
Speak  back  to  Him,  one  language  : 

In  hymns  of  praise  arise. 

This  lost,  lost  world  for  Jesus ! 

The  word,  which  gave  worlds  birth, 
Can  bring  the  dawn  prophetic  : 

Can  bring  new  heav'ns  and  earth  ; 
When  mainland,  sea,  and  river, 

When  island,  hill  and  plain 
Shall  catch  the  glow  of  Eden  : 

Smile  back  to  Heav'n  again. 

This  lost,  lost  world  for  Jesus  ! 

He  comes  to  make  it  bloom  ; 
Be  ready  for  the  signal : 

Prepare  His  kingdom  room. 
A  King's  shout  is  among  us, 

Be  this  our  battle  call : 
This  lost,  lost  world  for  Jesus  ! 

He  well  deserves  it  all. 


THOU    AJFFLICTED,  TOSSED    WITH    TEMPEST.        89 

THOU  AFFLICTED,  TOSSED  WITH  TEM- 
PEST. 

Thou  afflicted,  tossed  with  tempest, 

This  that  I  will  do,  behold  : 
Thy  foundations  in  fair  colors 

I  will  lay  thee  as  of  old. 
Sapphires  shall  they  shine,  and  rubies, 

All  thy  pinnacles  aflame  : 
I  have  sworn,  I  will  accomplish, 

I  have  sworn  it  by  my  name. 

Peace  shall  be  in  all  thy  borders, 

Gold  and  silver,  fields  of  grain  : 
Distant  lands  shall  wait  upon  thee, 

Earth's  proud  forces  be  thy  gain. 
Fire  and  water  shall  obey  thee, 

And  the  lightning  lend  thee  wing ; 
Girdle  shall  the  world,  love's  message, 

And  all  climes  love's  anthem  sing, 

Lo,  the  smith  I  have  created, 

Blowing  at  his  coals  of  fire, 
There  with  cunning  hand  to  temper 

Instruments  of  blood  and  ire  ; 
Let  him  labor,  yet  no  weapon 

He  can  fashion  in  his  skill, 
Lifted  up  on  thee  shall  prosper  ; 

I  will  make  it  work  my  will. 


90  FOREIGN    MISSIONARY    HYMNS, 

Men  shall  make  the  sword  a  plowshare. 

And  the  spear  the  vine  shall  prune  ; 
And  no  more  the  battle  trumpet 

To  war's  note  their  souls  shall  tune ; 
This  round  earth  shall  be  one  temple, 

Every  heart  shall  be  a  shrine  ; 
Man  shall  love  each  man  as  brother, 

Drawn  to  him  by  bond  divine. 

Rise  in  tumult !  let  the  nations 

Thou  shalt  hear  it  from  afar  ; 
They  shall  fall  at  last  before  thee  ; 

Higher  glow  in  heav'n  thy  star. 
Every  tongue  against  thee  lifted 

Shall  at  length  speak  forth  thy  praise; 
While  each  terror  and  convulsion 

Shall  prolong  on  earth  thy  days. 


GREAT  CAPTAIN  OF  SALVATION. 

Great  Captain  of  Salvation, 

Lift  up  thy  standard  high ; 
Thy  truth  teach  every  nation 

Beneath  the  bending  sky, 
Where'er  the  niglil  rejoices, 

With  kindling  star  on  star, 
There  l«-t  the  ( lospel  voices 

Go  forth  to  realms  alar. 


HERALDS    OF    JESUS,    HERALDS    OF    LIGHT.         91 

Where'er  earth's  gladsome  waters 

Go  flashing  to  the  sea, 
There  let  her  sons  and  daughters 

Thy  willing  subjects  be. 
Where'er  the  circling  ocean 

Kisses  the  peopled  shore 
Let  men  pay  their  devotion, 

And  thee  as  God  adore. 

Great  Captain  of  Salvation, 

Send  thy  last  mandates  forth 
O  South,  go  take  thy  station, 

And  keep  not  back,  O  North ! 
Soon  may  the  note  victorious 

Break  forth,  like  sea  on  sea 
And  thy  fair  legions  irlorious 

Win  this  lost  world  to  thee  ! 


HERALDS  OF  JESUS,  HERALDS  OF  LIGHT. 

All  round  the  earth,  what  wea'ry  hearts  are  aching, 
And  heav'mvard  go  what  clouds  of  secret  sighs; 

What  lonely,  laden  ones  from  sin  are  waking, 
Turning  to  God,  their  eager,  hungry  eyes.    . 

Chorus. — Heralds  of  Jesus,  heralds  of  light, 
Go  where  the  lost  are  found, 

Bind  up  each  bleeding  wound; 
Go  where  the  darkness  is, 

Drive  back  the  night. 


92  FOREIGN    MISSIONARY    HYMNS. 

Lo  !  ships  are  ploughing  far,  on  ev'ry  ocean, 
The  sails  of  traffic  filled  by  every  breeze; 

When  will  God's  people,  cloth'd  with  like  devotion, 
Send  gospel  balm  to  bring  the  burden'd  ease? 

Star  of  earth's  night,  great  Herald  of  the  morning, 
We  see  Thy  sign  glow  in  th'  horizon  there; 

Fresh  courage  take,  all  pains  and  perils  scorning, 
And  bring  our  gifts  to  Thee,  with  praise  and  pray'i 

Lift  Thou  the  shadows  falling  thick  around  us, 
Lord,  show  Thyself,  and  lead  Thy  people  on  ! 

Break  Thou  the  fetters,  that  in  sin  have  bound  us, 
And  sin  and  sorrow  shall  from  earth  be  gone. 


READ  O'ER  YOUR  MARCHING  ORDERS.* 

Read  o'er  your  marching  orders, 

Sealed  with  your  leader's  blood : 
To  earth's  remotest  borders 

Proclaim  the  Lamb  of  God  ! 
Set  life  and  death  before  them 

The  Jew  the  Greek  as  well ; 
There  is  one  Father  o'er  them, 

Who  doeth  all  things  well. 

*  Words  of  the  Duke  of  Wellington,  when  asked  if  he 
thought  it  was  of  any  use,  to  try  to  convert  the  whole 
world. 


READ  O'ER  YOUR  MARCHING  ORDERS.      93 

Read  o'er  your  marching  orders, 

Who  knows  so  well  as  He 
The  cure  of  sin's  disorders, 

Its  curse  and  misery? 
There  is  but  one  salvation, 

From  sin  and  death  and  hell  ; 
To  every  tribe  and  nation, 

Let  the  sweet  tidings  swell ! 


Read  o'er  your  marching  orders, 

Stop  not  to  reason  why  : 
To  earth's  remotest  borders, 

To  all  that  sin  and  die  ! 
Waste  not  in  speculation, 

The  force  you  need  for  fight ; 
To  all,  the  great  salvation  ! 

Proclaim  it  with  your  might. 


Swerve  not  to  paths  forbidden; 

Where  angels  have  not  trod ; 
Some  things  God's  love  has  hidden, 

Some  things  belong  to  God  ; 
Upon  yon  heights  of  glory, 

Hereafter  you  may  know ; 
Enough  for  you,  Christ's  story 

All  round  the  earth  must  go. 


94  FOREIGN    MISSIONARY    HYMNS. 

Enough  for  you  the  mission, 

The  Gospel  tale  to  tell, 
Under  the  great  commission 

That  saves  from  death  and  hell; 
Read  o'er  your  marching  orders  ; 

II is  Hag  must  be  unfurled 
In  earth's  remotest  borders  ; 

Must  float  all  round  the  world ! 


TO  ALL  THE  WORLD  THE  MASTER  SAID. 

To  all  the  world,  the  Master  said, 

Send  out  the  living  teacher  ; 
I  am  alive,  who  once  was  dead! 

Go  tell  earth's  ev'ry  creature. 
Take  swift-winged  ships  to  bear  you  on, 

On  horse,  on  camel  speed  you  : 
To  all  the  world  !   quick,  quick  begone! 

It  is  the  work  decreed  you. 

From  where  the  sun's  first  morning  rays, 

By  India's  throngs  are  greeted, 
To  where  Sierra's  summits  blaze, 

His  circuit  full  completed: 
In  quiet  vales  they  need  the  light, 

And  on  the  bolder  highlands  ; 
On  continents,  all  dark  with  night, 

On  smiling  mid-sea  islands. 


TO    ALL    THE    WOULD    THE    MASTER    SAID.  95 

Go  where  the  Mississippi  flows, 

Fed  by  a  thousand  brandies, 
Where  blooms  profuse  the  prairie  ijse? 

Where  teem  the  cattle  ranches: 
Where  rugged  men  delve  deep  in  t  arth, 

For  lead  and  copper  mining : 
Of  living  bread,  where  there  is  dearth, 

And  men  for  peace  are  pining. 


Go  where  they  see  the  northern  arch, 

Flushed  with  the  live  auroras  ; 
Where  southern  stars  take  up  their  march 

And  join  the  nightly  chorus. 
Where  bend  the  famed  Italian  skies, 

With  blue  so  deep  and  tender, 
Go  where  the  Himalayas  rise, 

Silvered  with  snowy  splendor. 


My  love  to  you  do  you  forget  ? 

The  ransom  that  I  gave  you  ? 
Mine  agony,  the  bloody  sweat, 

The  death  I  died  to  save  you? 
Love's  box  of  alabaster  ^t, 

And  scatter  wide  the  odors  ; 
To  Moslem,  'neath  his  minaret, 

To  Chinese,  'neath  pagodas. 


96  FOREIGN    MISSIONARY    HYMNS. 

Lo,  I  am  with  you,  as  you  go, 

To  wake  your  high  devotion  ; 
On  tropic  sand,  on  arctic  snow, 

On  land,  or  on  the  ocean  ; 
To  all  the  world,  the  Master  said, 

Tell  near,  tell  far,  the  story  ; 
And,  then,  beyond  the  clouds  he  sped, 

Ascending  back  to  glory. 


FAR,  FAR  IN  HEATHEN  LANDS. 

Far,  far  in  heathen  lands, 

Dark,  dark  as  night : 
Outstretched  are  children's  hands 

For  the  true  light : 
Groping  in  darkness  there, 

Down  to  the  grave  : 
Have  we  no  gift,  no  prayer 

Their  souls  to  save. 

We  have  our  pastors  here, 

Our  teachers  kind  : 
We  have  our  parents  dear, 

Our  souls  to  mind. 
We  have  our  Bibles,  too, 

To  warn  of  sin  : 
To  tell  us  what  to  do, 

How  Ilrav'n  to  win. 


FAR,    FAR    IN    HEATHEN    LANDS.  97 

To  this  sad  call  we'll  lend 

A  listening  ear : 
And  quick  some  message  send 

Their  hearts  to  cheer : 
Tell  them  of  Jesus'  name, 

To  us  so  sweet : 
Tell  how  to  earth  He  came 

On  willing  feet. 

Tell  how  for  them  He  died, 

His  life  He  gave  °. 
Was  scourged  and  crucified, 

Lay  in  the  grave  : 
Tell  how  again  He  rose 

That  we  might  rise 
And  triumph  o'er  our  foes 

Within  the  skies. 


CHRISTIAN  ENDEAVOR  HYMNS. 


KEEP    YOUR    COLORS    FLYING.  101 

KEEP  YOUR  COLORS  FLYING. 

Keep  your  colors  flying, 

All  ye  Christian  youth, 
To  Christ's  call  replying, 

Full  of  grace  and  truth. 
Rise  in  strength  and  beauty, 

In  life's  morning  glow, 
Answer  to  each  duty, 

Onward,  upward  go. 

Chorus  : — Keep  your  colors  flying, 

Stand  for  God  and  truth, 
Keep  your  colors  flying, 
All  ye  Christian  youth. 

Life  is  all  before  you 

Where  to  choose  your  way, 
Keep  Christ's  colors  o'er  you  ; 

Watch  and  fight  and  pray, 
With  a  firm  endeavor, 

Ev'ry  foe  defy, 
True  to  Jesus  ever, 

Lift  your  colors  high. 


Keep  your  colors  flying, 
Never  think  of  ease  ; 

Sin  and  selfdenying, 
Jesus  only  please. 


102  CHRISTIAN    ENDEAVOR    HYMNS. 

Not  for  worldly  pleasure, 
Not  for  worldly  fame, 

Not  for  heaps  of  treasure  ; 
Live  for  Jesus'  name  ! 

Keep  your  colors  flying, 

Walk  as  Jesus  did  ; 
In  I  im,  living,  dying, 

Let  your  life  be  hid  ; 
Hoping,  trusting  ever, 

Breathe  this  mortal  breath  ; 
You  shall  live  forever, 

Christ  has  conquered  death. 


WHO  A  WHITE  CROSS  KNIGHT  WILL  BE? 

Who  a  White  Cross  Knight  will  be, 

In  his  crest  a  lily  wearing  ? 
Stand  for  truth  and  purity, 

Bravely  doing,  bravely  daring  ? 
Of  the  lovely  and  the  fair, 

Of  the  grand  and  noble  thinking  : 
Who  will  take  the  martyr's  share, 

Never  shirking,  never  shrinking? 

Chorus  : — Who  will  be  a  White  Cross  Knight, 
Girded  stand  for  child  and  woman  ? 

Panoplied  in  God's  own  light, 

Clothed  with  strength  that's  more  than  human? 


KEEP    YOUTH'S    SCUTCHEON    LILY-WHITE.         103 

Be  there  virtue,  be  there  praise, 

Always  bravely  that  defending: 
Be  there  honest  words  and  wrays, 

Needed  help  to  them  extending; 
Lovely  things,  of  good  report, 

In  their  triumph  still  rejoicing — • 
Giving  them  defence,  support, 

And  their  just  claim  loudly  voicing. 

Who  will  face  each  dragon  wrong, 

Breathing  hot  its  hell's  defiance  ; 
Christ,  his  life,  his  light,  his  song : 

Christ  his  strength,  his  sole  reliance  ? 
With  the  White  Cross  on  his  breast, 

It  unfurled  as  banner  o'er  him, 
Who  will  do  the  Lord's  behest? 

Naught  of  earth  can  stand  before  him. 


KEEP  YOUTH'S  SCUTCHEON  LILY-WHITE 

Keep  youth's  scutcheon  lily-white, 

Let  no  folly  stain  it : 
If  life's  freshness  sin  should  blight, 

You  can  ne'er  regain  it  : 
Keep  pure  speech  upon  your  tongue, 

In  your  eye  truth's  lustre  : 
Walk  as  though  angels  among; — 

Round  your  steps  they  cluster. 


104  CHRISTIAN    ENDEAVOR    HYMNS. 

Take  your  sandals  off  your  feet, 

Life  is  always  holy  : 
Everywhere  you  walk,  you  meet 

Him,  the  meek  and  lowly : 
God  your  Father  in  the  sky, 

You  a  son  forgiven, 
Look  the  future  in  the  eye, 

Face  lit  up  with  Heaven. 

You  shall  have  the  morning-star 

'Mid  the  saints  in  glory, 
In  that  land  that  is  afar, 

Where  they've  gone  before  you. 
Keep  youth's  scutcheon  lily-white; 

True  to  those  that  love  you  : 
Bought  with  blood,  and  child  of  light, 

True  to  God  above  you. 


JESUS,  CAPTAIN,  STATION  ME. 

Jesus,  Captain,  station  me, 

There,  where  thou  wouldst  have  me  be 

On  the  left  hand,  or  the  right, 

As  an  outpost  in  the  fight ; 

Victory,  yes,  and  defeat, 

If  for  thee,  both  must  be  sweet, 

Refrain — Jesus,  Captain,  slat  ion  me, 

There,  where  thou  wouldst  have  me  be. 


who'll  take  the  ranks  for  jescs  ?      105 

Jesus,  Captain,  station  me, 
Where  I  may  thy  glory  see  ; 
"When  thy  standard  forward  goes, 
And  around  it  fall  thy  foes  ; 
Every  hardship  would  I  dare, 
Fighting,  watching  unto  prayer. 

Jesus,  Captain,  station  me, 
Anywhere,  if  but  with  thee  ; 
And  when  done  is  life's  last  march, 
Seated  'neath  the  rainbow  arch, 
Seated  with  thee  on  thy  throne, 
Take  the  glory  as  thine  own. 


WHO'LL  TAKE  THE  RANKS  FOR  JESUS  ? 

Who'll  take  the  ranks  for  Jesus? 

He  calls  for  volunteers ; 
He  first  will  win  a  welcome, ' 

Who  first  the  message  hears. 
Who'll  answer  the  Great  Captain, 

That  holds  us  all  in  view  : 
I  rally  to  Thy  standard, 

What  wilt  thou  have  me  do 

Chores  :  Who'll  take  the  ranks  for  Jesus  ? 
lie  calls  for  volunteers; 
He  first  will  win  a  welcome 
Who  first  the  message  hears. 


100  CHRISTIAN    ENDEAVOR    HYMNS. 

Who'll  take  the  ranks  for  Jesus, 

To  share  in  his  renown  ; 
To  join  the  countless  number 

That  win  the  palm  and  crown  ; 
Who'll  take  the  soldier's  hazard, 

Who'll  take  the  soldier's  cheer; 
Who'll  take  the  ranks  for  Jesus, 

And  answer,  "  Lord,  I'm  here  ?  " 


Who'll  take  the  ranks  for  Jesus  ? 

All  evil  to  abhor ; 
To  stand  for  Him  the  vigils, 

And  meet  the  brunt  of  war  ; 
The  Cross,  the  Cross  his  watchword, 

His  eye  upon  the  crown; 
To  fight  as  fought  the  Captain^ 

Nor  lay  his  armor  down? 


Who'll  take  the  ranks  for  Jesus, 
What  eager,  knightly  soul, 

To  shine  as  stars  are  shining 
Around  the  distant  pole? 

Who'll  fake  the  ranks  for  Jesus, 
To  see  tin1  battle  through? 

To  wear  celestial  honors, 

When  comes  the  last  Review? 


TAKE    A    STAND    FOR   JESUS.  107 

TAKE  A  STAND  FOR  JESUS. 

Take  a  stand  for  Jesus, 

Let  all  people  know, 
That  you  mean  to  serve  him, 

Everywhere  you  go. 
High  or  low  your  station, 

Rieh  or  poor  your  lot, 
Take  a  stand  for  Jesus, 

And  forsake  Him  not. 

Take  a  stand  for  Jesus, 

Never  blush  for  shame  : 
Never  fail  or  falter, 

Show  yourself  the  same  : 
He  will  always  own  you, 

Always  give  you  grace ; 
Take  a  stand  for  Jesus, 

Then,  in  every  place. 

Take  a  stand  fcr  Jesus, 

His  commands  are  sweet ; 
Never  fear  the  battle, 

Never  sound  retreat  : 
Here  the  Captain's  calling, 

Where  the  standard  flies  ; 
Take  a  stand  for  Jesus, 

Fight  to  win  the  prize. 


108  CHRISTIAN    ENDEAVOR    HYMNS. 

Take  a  stand  for  Jesus 

Loyal  be  ;iih1  true  ; 
Show  a  good  confession, 

As  He  showed  for  you. 
Take  a  stand  for  Jesus, 

Think  of  crown  and  palm 
Think  of  heights  of  glory, 

And  the  victor's  psalm. 


EARTH'S  LONG-LOST  CHILDREN. 

They  range,  earth's  long-lost  children, 

Around  their  Shepherd's  throne, 
They  have  celestial  praises 

And  worship  all  their  own  : 
They  sing  of  Miram's  Moses, 

And  how  his  mother  came  : 
They  sing  the  birth  of  Jesus, 

Of  Bethl'em's  new-born  Lamb. 

They  wear  no  earthly  raiment, 

Woven  by  mother  care, 
But  He  who  clothes  the  lily 

Clothes  them  as  while  and  fair; 
His  name  is  in  each  forehead, 

A  crown  is  on  each  brow  ; 
They  never  thirst  or  hunger, 

They  have  no  sickness  now. 


earth's  long-lost  children.  109 

Who  took  them  here  and  blest  them, 

His  hand  upon  each  head. 
His  love  has  not  forgotten, 

Now  that  earth's  dream  is  fled  : 
As  men  pluck  here  a  blossom, 

And  wear  it  in  their  breast, 
He  in  His  bosom  bears  them, 

They  in  His  bosom  rest. 


They  range  through  all  the  garden, 

And  pluck  the  fruit  of  gold ; 
Amid  green  fields  they  gambol, 

As  here,  on  earth,  of  old  ; 
They  watch  the  crystal  river, 

Upon  its  banks  they  play  ; 
And  thus  the  time  goes  swiftly 

Of  that  long,  golden  day. 


They  walk  the  holy  city, 

Its  turrets  all  aflame, 
Its  pinnacles  all  flashing 

The  glory  of  One  Name  : 
They  And  within,  no  temple, 

No  spires  within  it  rise, 
Amid  the  throne  is  Jesus, 

The  temple  of  the  skies. 


110  CHRISTIAN    ENDEAVOR    HYMNS. 

These  are  earth's  long-lost  children, 

The  lambs  He  gathers  there  : 
To  wear  them  in  His  glory, 

To  keep  them  as  His  care  : 
Amid  such  scenes  they  wait  us, 

The  dainty,  white-robed  throng, 
To  join  them  in  their  pastimes, 

To  join  them  in  their  song. 


FAR  UP  THE  HEIGHTS  OF  GLORY. 

Far  up  the  heights  of  glory, 

The  youth  who've  fought  the  fight, 
I  see  all  girt  with  laurels, 

I  see  all  bathed  in  light  ; 
Withstood  they  here  for  Jesus 

Brief  time,  life's  foes  and  fears  ; 
They  burn  with  youthful  ardor, 

Thro'  the  eternal  years. 

Sharp  was  their  earthly  battle, 

Their  armor  soon  laid  down  ; 
Their  life  no  broken  column, 

They  sooner  wore  the  crown. 
No  age  can  dim  the  lustre 

That  kindles  in  their  eye  ; 
They  wear  unfading  raiment, 

The  vesture  of  the  sky. 


FAB  UP  THE  HEIGHTS  OF  GLORY.      11J 

Not  they  like  corn  unripened, 

For  Jesus  garnered  them  ; 
The  first  fruits  of  the  harvest 

His  hosts  to  diadem. 
I  see  the  fair  battallions, 

No  winter  does  them  ruth  ; 
They  drink  the  living  waters, 

Glow  with  eternal  youth. 

They  fell  like  dauntless  heroes, 

Our  earth-born  children  fair; 
In  very  front  of  battle, 

They  took  the  martyr's  share. 
The  Captain  saw  and  called  them, 

The  fields  of  light  to  grace ; 
Amid  the  ranks  of  glory 

In  youth  to  hold  their  place. 


HYMNS   OF  CHRISTIAN 
EXPERIENCE. 


IN    SIGHT    OF    THE    CYRSTAL    SEA.  115 

IN  SIGHT  OF  THE  CRYSTAL  SEA 

I  sat  alone  with  life's  memories 

In  sight  of  the  crystal  sea ; 
And  I  saw  the  thrones  of  the  star-crowned  ones, 

With  never  a  crown  for  me, 
And,  then,  the  voice  of  the  Judge  said  "  Come!" 

Of  the  Judge  on  the  great  white  throne ; 
And  I  saw  the  star-crowned  take  their  seats, 

But  none  could  I  call  my  own. 

I  thought  me,  then,  of  my  childhood  days, 

The  pray'r  at  my  mother's  knee  ; 
Of  the  counsels  grave,  that  my  father  gave 

The  wrath  I  was  warned  to  flee. 
I  said,  "  Is  it,  then,  too  late,  too  late  ? 

Shut  without  must  I  stand  for  aye? 
And  the  Judge,  will  He  say,  '  I  know  you  not," 

How  e'er  I  may  knock  and  pray  ?  " 

I  thought,  I  thought  of  the  days  of  God 

I'd  wasted  in  folly  and  sin  ; 
Of  the  times  I'd  mocked  when  the  Saviour  knocked, 

And  I  would  not  let  Him  in. 
I  thought,  I  thought  of  the  vows  I'd  made, 

When  I  lay  at  death's  dark  door  : 
"  Would  He  spare  my  life,  I'd  give  up  the  strife, 

And  serve  Him  forevermore." 
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116  HYMNS    OF    CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE 

I  heard  a  voice,  like  the  voice  of  God, 

"  Remember,  remember,  my  son  ! 
Remember  thy  ways  in  the  former  days  : 

The  crown  that  thou  mightest  have  won." 
I  thought,  I  thought;  and  my  thoughts  ran  on, 

Like  the  tide  of  a  sunless  sea  : 
"Am  I  living  or  dead  ?"  to  myself  I  said, 

"  An  end  is  there  never  to  be?" 

It  seemed  as  though  I  woke  from  a  dream  ; 

How  sweet  was  the  light  of  day  ! 
Melodious  sounded  the  Sabbath  bells 

From  tow'rs  that  were  far  away. 
I  then  became  as  a  little  child, 

And  I  wept,  and  wept  afresh  ; 
For  the  Lord  had  taken  my  heart  of  stone, 

And  given  a  heart  of  flesh. 

Still,  oft,  I  sit  with  life's  memories 

And  think  of  the  crystal  sea  ; 
And  I  see  the  thrones  of  the  star-crowned  ones, — 

I  know  there's  a  crown  for  me. 
And  when  the  voice  of  the  Judge  says  "Come  !  " 

Of  the  Judge,  on  the  great  white  throne, 
I  know,  mid  the  thrones  of  the  star-crowned  ones, 

There's  oik;  I  shall  call  my  own. 


WHAT    HAVE    I    TO    DO    WITH    THEE?  117 

WHAT  HAVE  I  TO  DO  WITH  THEE? 

Numbered  with  transgressors  Thou, 
Crown  of  thorns  upon  Thy  brow, 
With  the  spear-thrust  in  Thy  side, 
Who  art  Thou,  Thou  Crucified? 
There  obedient  unto  death, 
Jesus,  Thou  of  Nazareth, 
Dying  on  the  cruel  tree, 
What  have  I  to  do  with  Thee? 

Found  in  fashion  as  a  man, 
Taking  here  his  lot  and  ban, 
Ah  !  what  pathway  hast  Thou  trod, 
Wearing  once  the  form  of  God  ! 
In  the  greatness  of  Thy  strength, 
Thou  hast  reached  the  goal  at  length ; 
Dying  on  the  cruel  tree, 
What  have  I  to  do  with  Thee  ? 

Thou  art  nailed  there  in  my  stead ; 
Mine,  the  thorns  around  Thy  head; 
Mine,  the  scourges  Thou  hast  borne ; 
Mine,  the  agony  and  scorn  ; 
Shi v 'ring  rocks  and  darkened  sun 
Arc  for  sins  which  1  have  done; 
Dying  on  the  cruel  tree, 
What  have  I  to  do  with  Thee? 


118  HYMNS    OF    CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

Thou  dost  taste  this  death  for  me  ; 

Jesus,  Thou  of  Calvary  ! 

Thou  art  He,  the  woman's  Seed, 

Eden-promised  in  our  need  ; 

Alpha  and  Omega  Thou  ; 

Ah  !  I  know  Thee,  know  Thee  now; 

Dying  on  the  cruel  tree, 

This  have  I  to  do  with  Thee. 


OUT  OF  MY  DARKNESS  INTO  THY  LIGHT. 

Out  of  my  darkness  into  thy  light. 
Out  of  my  weakness  into  thy  might, 

Jesus  I  come,  Jesus  I  come. 
Out  of  my  error,  into  thy  truth, 
Out  of  my  guessing,  into  thy  sooth, 
Out  of  my  sickness,  into  thy  youth, 

Jesus  I  come,  Jesus  I  come. 

Out  of  my  bondage,  and  sorrow,  and  strife, 
Into  thy  freedom,  forgiveness  and  life, 
Jesus  I  come,   Jesus   I  come. 

Out  of  my  unrest  to  breathing  thy  balm, 

Out  of  my  tumult,  into  thy  calm, 

Out  of  my  woes,  to  song  and  to  psalm* 

Jesus  I  come,  Jesus  I  come. 


IN   ME,    O    LORD,    ABIDE.  119 

Out  of  death's  horrors,  and  madness  and  chains. 
Into  life's  comforts,  and  glories  and  gains, 

Jesus  I  come,  Jesus  I  come. 
Out  of  sin's  guilt  and  terror  and  gloom, 
Out  of  the  region  and  shade  of  the  tomb, 
Here  where  the  lost  still  find  there  is  room ; 

Jesus  I  come,  Jesus  I  come. 

Out  of  my  pride  and  perverseness  of  will, 
Free  from  that  void  that  nothing  can  fill, 

Jesus  I  come,  Jesus  I  come. 
Out  of  my  self,  and  into  Thine  Own 
Into  thy  love,  from  being  alone, 
Lately  so  lost,  now  heir  to  a  throne 

Jesus  I  come,  Jesus  I  come. 


IN  ME,  O  LORD,  ABIDE. 

In  mer  O  Lord,  abide, 

And  I  in  Thee ! 
No  more  let  sin  divide, 

'  Tis.  love's  decree. 
Uncertain  all  my  skill ; 
Work  out  thy  holy  will : 
In  me,  O  Lord,  abide, 

And  I  in  thee. 


120  HYMNS    OF    CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

And  I  in  Thee,  0  Lord, 

Thou  art  my  rest ; 
Since  Thou  hast  waked  this  chord 

Within  my  breast, 
I  have  no  worldly  care, 
I  breathe,  but  this,  no  pray'r: 
In  me,  O  Lord,  abide, 

And  I  in  Thee. 


In  me,  and  I  in  Thee, 

Partner  divine ! 
Mine  all  the  shame  to  be, 

The  glory  Thine. 
Mine,  all  the  doubts  and  fears; 
Thine,  all  that  saves  and  cheers; 
In  me,  O  Lord,  abide, 

And  I  in  Thee. 


Thus,  o'er  and  o'er  I  pray : 

In  me,  abide  ! 
Teach  me  Thy  holy  way : 

Walk  by  my  side 
Thine  be  life's  precious  hours; 
Thine,  all  my  ransomed  pow'rs; 
In   me,  O  Lord,  abide, 

And  1  in  Thee. 


MY    JESUS,     WALK    WITH    ME,  121 

In  me,  O  Lord,  abide, 

Give  daily  grace ! 
Be  still  Thy  wounded  side 

My  hiding  place. 
Thou  art  mine  only  One : 
Give  me  the  secret  stone  ■ 
In  me,  O  Lord,  abide. 

And  I  in  Thee ! 


MY  JESUS,  WALK  WITH  ME. 

My  Jesus,  walk  with  me. 

'  Twill  sweeten  all  the  way; 
Friend  and  companion  be, 

1  am  poor,  common  clay* 
As  Thou  didst  walk  of  old 

Through  favored  Galilee, 
Love's  wonders  to  unfold, 

My  Jesus,  walk  with  me. 

Do  not  we  two  agree? 

Why  need  we  ever  part  ? 
Thou  didst  my  sorrows  see, 

And  take  me  on  Thy  heart. 
Emmanuel  Thy  name, 

Made  good  that  should  be  : 
My  way  and  Thine  the  same ; — 

My  Jesus,  walk  with  me. 


122  HYMNS    OF    CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

Thou  art  true  God  in  man  ! 

True  flesh  and  blood  Thou  art : 
Hast  known  earth's  curse  and  ban, 

Felt  every  pang  and  smart ; 
Should  I  be  drawing  near 

Some  dark  Gethsemane, 
With  Thee  I  cannot  fear : 

My  Jesus,  walk  with  me. 

My  Jesus,  walk  with  me ! 

When  death-shades  round  me  fall 
Thy  word  my  staff  shall  be, 

My  light,  my  life,  my  all. 
When  I  yield  up  this  breath, 

Nor  step  before  me  see, 
Thou,  who  hast  tasted  death, 

My  Jesus,  walk  with  me. 

Thy  Father's  house  and  mine, 

Beyond  life's  transient  day, 
Show  me  by  some  sure  sign ; 

Thou  art  thyself  the  Way. 
Until  I  reach  the  place 

That  is  prepared  by  Thee, 
And  see  Thee  face  to  lace, 

My  Jesus,  walk  with  me. 


IN    THE    LIGHT,    O    LOUD,    THOU    DWELLEST.    123 

IN  THE  LIGHT,  O  LORD,  THOU  DWELLEST. 

In  the  light,  0  Lord,  Thou  dwellest, 

In  the  realm  of  perfect  day, 
All  the  stars  by  name  Thou  tellest, 

Wheeling  their  triumphant  way; 
Yet,  to  earth  Thou  condescendest, 

When  Thy  saints  for  Thee  prepare; 
And  thy  gifts  of  mercy  sendest, 

Where  they  seek  Thy  face  in  prayer. 

We  have  built  this  habitation, 

Which  complete  before  Thee  stands, 
Feet,  still  shod  with  preparation, 

For  the  house  not  made  with  hands ; 
Thither,  our  best  wishes  centre  : — 

Still,  on  earth  may  we  be  blest, 
In  Thy  name,  when  here  we  enter, 

Seeking  foretaste  of  that  rest. 

Now,  O  Lord,  our  labors  owning, 

Take  as  thine,  this  sacred  place: 
In  our  hearts,  Thyself  enthroning, 

Shed  upon  us  heav'nly  grace. 
Means  of  grace  be  here  appointed, 

Balm  for  ev'iy  woe  and  wound  : 
Through  the  blood  of  Thine  Anointed, 

Live  the  dead,  the  lost  be  found. 


124  HYMN'S    OP    CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

In  the  light,  O  Lord,  Thou  dwellest, 

In  the  realm  of  perfect  day  : 
Every  cloud  of  sin  dispellest, 

Drivest  all  our  fears  away  : 
To  the  ransomed  and  forgiven, 

Be  these  aisles  in  weakness  trod, 
As  the  open  gate  of  Heaven, 

As  the  very  House  of  God  ! 


TO  THEE,  O  LORD  JEHOVAH. 

To  Thee,  O  Lord  Jehovah, 

This  temple  do  we  bring  ; 
Let  gifts  celestial  hover, 

And  crown  the  offering. 
Whene'er  our  spirits  blending, 

Thy  love  we  here  unfold, 
May  tongues  of  flame  descending, 

Fall  on  us,  as  of  old. 

We  build  on  this  foundation  : 

On  Christ,  the  crucified  : 
Our  life,  and  our  salvation  ; 

From  Him,  what  can  divide? 
We  flee,  when  battle  rages, 

Or  rises  high  the  ilood, 
To  Him,  the  Bock  of  Ages  ; 

To  Christ,  the  power  of  God. 


WHERE  ONCE   'MID  NATURE'S   TRACKLESS  WILD.    125 

Enter,  0  Lord  Jehovah, 

Enter  thy  chosen  rest : 
In  Christ's  marred  face  discover 

Thyself  to  ev'ry  guest. 
Whene'er  the  bread  is  broken, 

Whene'er  we  taste  the  wine, 
Give  us,  of  love  some  token  ; 

Some  sign,  some  seal  divine. 

Our  little  children,  feed  them ; 

Our  youth  and  maidens  guide  ; 
The  grey-haired,  gently  lead  them, 

Then  Jordan's  stream  divide. 
Build  Thou  the  walls  of  Zion  ; 

Here  make  them  fair  and  strong ; 
And  still  may  Judah's  Lion 

His  reign  of  peace  prolong. 


WHERE  ONCE  'MID  NATURE'S  TRACK- 
LESS WILD. 

Where  once  'mid  Nature's  trackless  wild, 

The  wigwam's  smoke  was  rising, 
Where  roamed,  untutored,  Nature's  child, 

Nor  knew  God's  grace  surprising : 
Beneath  yon  temple,  arched  with  blue, 

Above  the  clouds  extending, 
To  God  we  build  this  temple  newr, 

Our  gifts  and  praises  blending. 


126  HYMNS    OF    CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

How  changed,  indeed,  the  outward  scene ! 

Still  downward  glides  the  river; 
The  sun  proclaims,  with  course  serene, 

The  great,  unchanging  Giver. 

©  >  ©       © 

But  teeming  towns  around  us  throng 
Vast  trains  go  by  with  thunder, 

Labor  lifts  up  her  ceaseless  song, 
Awakens  ceaseless  wonder! 

With  prayer  to  God,  this  stone  we  place ; 

With  cheerful  songs,  adore  Him. 
These  walls,  may  they  go  up  with  grace, 

With  honor,  rise  before  Him : 
These  gates,  long  may  they  open  stand, 

And  children's  children  gather, 
The  word  of  God,  within  their  hand, 

To  learn  of  Him,  their  Father  ! 

How  soon  will  all  our  work  be  done. 

How  transient  gifts  and  graces, 
Our  names  no  more  beneath  the  sun 

Be  heard  in  sacred  places  ? 
God  grant  they  may  be  written  where 

Unfold  unfading  pages; 
Our  souls  as  temples  builded  fair 

Upon  the  Rock  of  Ages  ! 


GOD    GRANT    I    MAY    NOT    LIVE    IN    VAIN.       127 

GOD   GRANT  I  MAY   NOT  LIVE  IN  VAIN. 

God  grant  I  may  not  live  in  vain, 

Some  useless  part  fulfilling ; 
Like  water,  gathered  not  again, 

Which  careless  hand  is  spilling. 

May  I  but  add  my  being's  force 

To  that  eternal  river 
Which  has  in  God's  own  love  its  source, 

And  flows  to  Him  forever. 

Some  Christian  song  may  I  but  write, 

And  to  his  altar  bring  it; 
Some  hymn  of  praise  to  Christ  indite, 

And  after-ages  sing  it. 

To  some  lost  soul  the  gospel  preach, 

Give  him  kind  exhortation  ; 
Some  little  child  the  way  may  teach, 

And  bring  to  it  salvation. 

By  some  lone  couch  may  breathe  a  prayer  ; 

Or  send  some  tender  token 
To  save  the  tempted  from  despair, 

Or  bind  the  heart  that's  broken. 

That  me,  at  last,  my  Lord  may  know, 

And  give  me  recognition, 
Because  I  walked  with  Him  below, 

And  kept  the  great  commission. 


128  HYMNS    OF    CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

TOUCH  MY  LIPS,  0  LORD!  WITH  FIRE. 

Touch  my  lips,  0  Lord !  with  fire 
Fresh  from  off  Thine  altar; 

Kindle  in  me  pure  desire, 

Though  my  flesh  should  falter 

I  can  be  of  use  to  Thee 

Only  if  I  holy  be. 

Send  some  seraph  from  the  throng, 

With  Thy  glory  burning  ; 
Where  they  sing  the  ceaseless  song, 

Ever  of  Thee  learning; 
Where,  upon  the  sapphire  throne, 
Thou  art  seated  high,  alone. 

Send  some  seraph  with  a  coal 

At  that  glory  lighted ; 
Only  fire  can  make  me  whole, — 

Me  so  dark,  benighted. 
Open,  then,  my  lips  of  flame, 
All  Thy  glory  to  proclaim. 


HERE  AM  I,  O  LORD;  SEND  ME. 
Are  there  those  around  my  door, 

Whom  I,  thoughtless,  do  not  see, 
Sick,  neglected,  wretched,  poor, 
From  their  sin  mid  suffering  sore? 

Here  am  1,  O  Lord  ;   send  me. 


A  NEW  year's   hymn.  129 

Are  there  those  who 're  far  from  home, — 
Far  from  home,  0  Lord,  and  Thee, 

O'er  the  wilds  who  lawless  roam, 

'Neath  the  white  Sierra's  dome? 
Here  am  I,  O  Lord ;  send  me. 

Are  there  those  who  wretched  hide, 

Sunk  in  sin  to  low  degree, 
On  some  city's  surging  tide, 
Lost  to  love  and  truth  and  pride? 

Here  am  I,  O  Lord;  send  me. 

Are  there  those  who  know  Thee  not, 

On  some  island  of  he  sea? 
In  some  lone,  neglected  spot, 
Stained  by  many  a  crime  and  blot  ? 

Here  am  I,  0  Lord  ;  send  me. 

Send  me  where,  Thou  knowest  best, 
Where  the  greatest  need  may  be ; 

"Where  men  are  the  most  unblest, 

Tossed  upon  their  sin's  unrest  : 
Here  am  I,  0  Lord ;  send  me. 


A  NEW  YEAR'S  HYMN. 

Beginning  without  ending, 

Creator  Thou  of  time, 
Thy  sceptre  wide  extending 

O'er  all  Thy  realms  sublime ; 


130  HYMNS    OF    CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

In  dust  we  bow  before  Thee, 
Ourselves  who  are  but  dust, 

To  praise  Thee  and  adore  Thee  : 
Our  own,  our  fathers'  trust. 


The  stars  in  their  high  courses 

Their  golden  path  pursue, 
And  Nature's  kindly  forces 

Still  throb  with  pulses  new: 
Flows  seaward  each  great  river 

The  seas  obedient  roll ; 
Unchanged  Thy  sway  forever, 

O  God,  from  pole  to  pole. 

Thy  church  is  still  fast  grounded 

On  truth  and  sacrament. 
With  unseen  hosts  surrounded 

And  on  her  Lord  intent : 
She  speeds  to  ev'ry  nation 

To  speak  His  dying  word : 
Her  walls  flame  with  salvation, 

And  shouts  within  are  heard. 

Still  mighty  is  this  nation, 
Her  sign  still  fair  unfurled, 

Still  true  tO  her  vocation, 

She  leads  for  man  the  world: 


GOD    BE    WITH    YOU    TILL    WE    MEET    AGAIN.    131 

Her  highlands  and  savannas 

Wake  with  the  Gospel  note  ; 
While  children's  sweet  hosannas 

Like  incense  upward  float. 

The  year  rolls  round  its  wonders, 

Fills  out  each  season's  sign, 
And  no  convulsion  sunders 

Creation's  bond  divine  ; 
On  land  and  on  the  ocean, 

To  Thee,  0  God,  we  turn, 
And  kindle  our  devotion, 

And  for  Thy  blessing  yearn. 

On  through  the  countless  ages, 

On  Through  Time's  course  unknown, 
Earth  shall  fulfill  her  stages, 

Unshaken  still  Thy  throne  : 
Beginning  without  ending, 

When  we  in  dust  shall  sleep, 
Thy  shield  o'er  them  extending, 

Our  children's  children  keep. 


GOD  BE  WITH  YOU  TILL  WE  MEET 
AGAIN. 

God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again, 
By  his  counsels,  guide,  uphold  you  ; 
With  His  sheep,  securely  fold  you  ; 

God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 


132  HYMNS    OF    CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again, 
Neath  his  wings  protecting,  hide  you; 

Daily  manna  still  divide  you  ; 
God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 

God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again, 
With  the  oil  of  joy  anoint  you  ; 
Sacred  ministries  appoint  you  ; 

God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 

God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again, 
When  life's  perils  thick  confound  you; 
Put  His  arms  unfailing  round  you  ; 

God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 

God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again, 

Of  His  promises  remind  you  ; 

For  Life's  upper  garner  bind  you ; 
God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 

God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again, 

Sicknesses  and  sorrows  taking, 

Never  leaving,  nor  forsaking; 
God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 

God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again, 
Keep  love's  banner  floating  o'er  you  ; 
Smite  death's  threat'ning  wave  before  you  ; 

(rod  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 


OF    EARTH    A    HANDFULL    ONLY.  133 

God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 

Ended  when  for  you  earth's  story, 

Israel's  chariot  sweep  to  glory  ; 
God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 

CHORUS. 

Till  we  meet  at  Jesus'  feet, 

God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 


OF  EARTH  A  HANDFUL  ONLY. 

Of  earth  a  handful  only, 

A  little  kindred  dust, 
When  I  lie  cold  and  lonely, 

In  God  my  only  trust : 
Enough  my  form  to  cover, 

And  wrap  me  in  sweet  sleep, 
When  life's  fond  dream  is  over, 

No  more  to  wake  or  weep. 

I  want  no  pageant  splendid, 

Moving  with  martial  tread  ; 
By  long-loved  ones  attended, 

Take  me  to  kindred  dead: 
Apart,  where  life's  great  surges 

The  place  cannot  explore  : 
Without  or  plaint,  or  dirges, 

Bear  me,  when  life  is  o'er. 


134  HYMNS    OF    CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

I  want  no  bed  of  splendor, 

Cut  out  of  snow-like  stone : 
I  want  earth's  bosom  tender, 

Her  mother-breast  alone  : 
Somewhere,  beneath  the  willow, 

By  water's  gentle  flow, 
There  smooth e  for  me  a  pillow, 

No  matter  who  may  know. 
I  want  no  rich  belongings, 

To  foster  human  pride  ; 
For,  stilled  will  be  my  longings, 

My  weakness  laid  aside  ; 
1  want  a  little  cover 

Of  daisies  on  my  breast, 
When  life's  fond  dream  is  over, 

And  I  lie  down  to  rest. 
There  in  the  mornings  vernal, 

The  little  birds  shall  sing ; 
And  the  great  sun  diurnal 

His  benediction  bring : 
And  there,  the  stars  of  even, 

Shall  shed  their  gentle  light: 

S3  o 

To  beckon  souls  to  Heaven, 
Beyond  earth's  sin  and  blight. 

Of  earth  a  handful  only 
To  show  the  humble  place, 

Where  in  death's  chamber,  lonely, 
I,  too,  have  found  a  place  : 


SLEEP    HERE    IN    PEACE.  135 

There,  all  my  troubles  ended, 

My  dust  with  kindred  dust, 
There,  by  sweet  hopes  attended, 

To  wait  Him,  whom  I  trust. 


SLEEP  HERE  IN  PEACE. 

Sleep  here  in  peace ! 
To  earth's  kind  bosom  do  we  tearful  take  thee, 
No  mortal  sound  again  from  rest  shall  wake  thee  ; 
No  fever-thirst,  no  grief  that  needs  assuaging, 
No  tempest-burst  above  thy  head  loud  raging. 

Sleep  here  in  peace ! 

Sleep  here  in  peace ! 
No  more  thou'lt  know  the  sun's  glad  morning  shining. 
No  more  the  glory  of  the  day's  declining ; 
No  more  the  night  that  stoops  serene  above  thee, 
Watching  thy  rest,  like  tender  eyes  that  love  thee. 

Sleep  here  in  peace! 

Sleep  here  in  peace  ! 
Unknown  to  thee,  the  spring  will  come  with  blessing, 
The  turf  above  thee  in  soft  verdure  dressing; 
Unknown  will  come  the  autumn,  rich  and  mellow, 
Sprinkling  thy  couch  with  foliage,  golden-yellow. 

Sleep  here  in  peace  ! 


136  HYMNS    OF    CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

Sleep  here  in  peace  ! 
This  is  earth's  rest  for  all  her  broken-hearted, 
Where  she  has  garnered  up  our  dear  departed  : 
The  prattling  babe,  the  wife,  the  old  man  hoary, 
The  tired  of  human  life,  the  crowned  with  glory, 

Sleep  here  in  peace  I 

Sleep  here  in  peace  ! 
This  is  the  gate  for  thee  to  walks  immortal, 
This  is  the  entrance  to  the  pearly  portal  ; 
The  pathway  trod  by  saints  and  sages  olden, 
Whose  feet  now  walk  Jerusalem  the  Golden. 

Sleep  here  in  peace ! 

Sleep  here  in  peace ! 
For,  not  on  earth  shall  be  man's  rest  eternal ; 
Faith's  morn  shall  come  !     Each  setting  sun  diurnal, 
Each  human  sleeping,  and  each  human  waking, 
Hastens  the  day  that  shall  on  earth  be  breaking. 

Sleep  here  in  peace  ! 

Sleep  here  in  peace  ! 
Faith's  morn  shall   come !  when   He,   our  Lord  and 

Maker, 
Shall  claim  His  own  that  slumber  in  God's  Acre  ; 
When   He,  who  once  for  man  death's  anguish   tasted, 
Shall  show  death's  gloomy  realm  despoiled  and  wasted  I 
Sleep  here  in  pea 


SLEEP    SWEET    WITHIN.  137 

SLEEP  SWEET  WITHIN. 

Sleep  sweet  within  ! 

This  is  Faith's  inn, 
Wherein  her  dust  reposes, 

Until  Life's  morn 

In  East  is  born, 
And  decks  the  sky  with  roses. 

In  Jesus  sleep  ! 

He  safe  will  keep 
His  ransomed  and  forgiven  ; 

This  is  the  room 

With  sweet  perfume — 
The  keeper's  lodge  to  Heaven. 

Good  night,  good  night  ! 

Beyond  earth's  blight, 
Beyond  life's  wave  of  sorrow, 

We  look  away 

To  that  long  day, 
When  we  shall  say,  "  Good  morrow! 


GOD  OVER  ALL. 

Now  the  Moon  walks  from  her  cloisters, 

Pale  and  penitent  and  fair  ; 
Saying  soft  her  pater-nosters 

On  the  trembling,  evening  air. 


HYMNS    OF    CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

Star  by  star,  she,  mounting,  tells  them, 
Bead  on  bead,  in  God's  ear  spells  them ; 
Gone  the  twilight, 
Sapphire  skylight  ! 
Hark  the  curfew's  call 
Care's  release, 
Sleep  in  peace, 
God  is  over  all. 

God  is  over  all,  our  Father, 

Night  the  shadow7  of  His  wing. 
As  a  brood  of  fledglings  gather, 
With  their  filial  murmuring, 
One  by  one,  beneath  their  mother 
All  their  mundane  fears  to  smother, 
To  God  kneel  we, 
Low  appeal  we. 
Hark  the  curfew's  call, 
Care's  release, 
Sleep  in  peace, 
God  is  over  all. 

God  is  over  all,  Creator  ! 

All  the  worlds  wheel  round  His  throne, 
And  He  counts  them,  less  and  greater: 

Thus  He  counts,  on  earth,  1 1  is  own. 
In  His  councils,  II*'  includes  them  ; 
With  His  wings,  protects  and  broods  them 


GOD   OVER   ALL.  189 

Great  Defender, 

Kind  and  tender ! 
Hark  the  curfew's  call, 

Care's  release  ; 

Sleep  in  peace. 
God  is  over  all. 


